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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my favourite
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you hear what I
having a party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
head and super head, and I really will
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 never
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on

bills on top of dollar bills
thats all Im throwing, if she wont her will
made n-ggas, talking a lot of
8 a n-gga tryna live

man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, called the
made men, Im screaming dollar
the trunk on the Porsche
there go, Dollar bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 curtains
see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it boils down, Im a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just like a creole
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching Miami
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a
tattoo on your ass, itd be if you show me
Im bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its right to do it
love me some head, and I a woman that likes to do it
still my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im never
Im Damon Wayans, know that homie dont play that
you we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my too, I call it Ving Rhames
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
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 drive, half 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