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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz papers
my favourite berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you what I said
having a slumber all my bitches counting bread
man, also known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my always on frio, call me chilly chill
super head and head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, shout out my Roccett
still sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, b-tch just keep on dancing

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

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

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, Im in town
out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my baddest women ever, I call her
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and watch it for
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 know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick - Verse 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that bitch
got my revolver too, I call it Ving
you still a baby boy, we doing big
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, back in the feds
facing twenty, he did a dime
out a year, look like he finna ride
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
the bar, I set the standards
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off