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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz Khalifa
smoking my berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its white like
Made man, you hear what I
having a party all my bitches counting bread
made man, known as Papi Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, call me chill
head and super 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, that b-tch just keep on

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a squares
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im screaming bills
park the on the Porsche
there they go, bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a like me, truth to be told, I dont know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 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 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 money, I call it maana
off the rack just aint my style, I it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting Miami kill
I might walk to the arena and watch it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving as a ballad
on your ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
still love my team, aint no other
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie play that
you know we running my n-gga, money, Maybach

[Rick Ross - 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you still a boy, we doing big things
street n-ggas, you hear what I
I got some bad news, back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, these people killing
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 keep on dancing
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off