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[Rick
Two door Bugatti
I call it Perry
Wiz Khalifa
my favourite berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
Made man, you what I said
having a slumber party all my counting bread
made man, also known as Chulo
and Im running straight up in the
my wrist always on frio, me chilly chill
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, b-tch just keep on dancing

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

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

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

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I call it
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my too, I call it Ving Rhames
you a baby boy, we doing big things
n-ggas, you hear what 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 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, bitch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it
set it on the napkin, let it off