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

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

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

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

[Rick Ross - 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you a baby boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you what I said
I got bad news, Jabar back in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
been out a year, look like he ride
genocide, these people time
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami gardens drive, a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off