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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I it Katy Perry
Wiz papers
my favourite berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you what I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and super head, and I really
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

dollar bills on top of dollar
all Im throwing, if she wont her momma will
made n-ggas, a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga live

made man, you hear what I
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming bills
park the trunk on the
they go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im just a T.O
but bitches tell me that I look just like a n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting Miami kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, shit slow as a ballad
on your ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the to do it, its only right to do it
love me some head, and I love a woman that to do it
still love my team, aint no option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, know that homie dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you still a baby boy, we big things
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, haters
miami gardens drive, a million nothing less
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off