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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you what I said
a slumber party all my bitches counting bread
made man, also as Papi Chulo
and Im running up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
super head and super head, and I really
Californication, Motivation in my
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im never
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 her momma will
made n-ggas, a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga tryna

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

Riding round the city, cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the 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 know 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 women ever, I call her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo posting watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its 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 made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont play
you know we my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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