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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its like Madonna
Made man, you hear what I
having a slumber party all my bitches counting
made man, also known as Papi
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and super head, and I will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no option
not for made and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch keep on dancing

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

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 round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont 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 like a n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the rack aint my style, I call it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be if you show 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 that likes to do it
love my team, aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, know that homie dont play that
you know we my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
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
gardens drive, half a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, that just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off