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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 slumber party all my counting bread
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist on frio, call me chilly chill
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

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

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

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know the f-ck Im at for certain
it boils down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just a creole n-gga
New Orleans its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching Miami
I might just walk to the arena and it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
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
love my team, aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[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
n-ggas, you hear what I said
I got some bad news, back in the feds
twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, look like he finna
genocide, these people time
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, reinvest
miami drive, half a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off