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[Rick
Two Bugatti coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I it Rihanna
It got a red top but its like Madonna
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 chilly
super and super head, and I really will
Californication, Motivation in my
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 raised the bar, I set the
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
men, Im screaming dollar bills
park the trunk on the
they go, Dollar bills

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I dont know
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
cant see shit, I dont where the f-ck 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 know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it
off the rack just aint my style, I call it
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats cause her is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching Miami
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and
bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on your ass, itd be nice if you me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the right to do it, its only to do it
love me some head, and I a woman that likes to do it
still my team, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and Im stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just know that homie dont that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[Rick - Verse 3]
panorama, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, bitch insane
got my too, I call it Ving Rhames
you still a boy, we doing big things
n-ggas, you hear what I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
twenty, he just did a dime
been out a year, look he finna ride
genocide, people killing time
throw you in a hole, you must be
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami drive, half a million nothing less
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