(feat. Drake)





[Rick Ross]

Two door Bugatti coupe

I call it Katy Perry

Wiz Khalifa papers

Smoking my favorite berry's

F65 I call it Rihanna

It got a red top but it's white like Madonna

Made man, you hear what I said

Having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread

Made man, also known as Papi Chulo

And I'm running straight up in the culo

My wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill

Super head and super head, and I really will

Californication, Motivation in my pocket

Got on my blue Dickie, shout out my nigga Roccett

Still smoking sickie, it ain't no other option

Not for made niggas and I'm never stopping

I raised the bar, I set the standards

My yayo, Usher Raymond, that bitch just keep on dancing



Dollar bills on top of dollar bills

That's all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will

Made niggas, talking a lot of skrill

8 digits a nigga tryna live



Made man, you hear what I said

I got a hundred squares

If you scared, called the feds

Made men, I'm screaming dollar bills

Park the trunk on the Porsche

There they go, Dollar bills



[Drake]

Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny

Find a nigga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many

I say shout my driver Lauren, that's 62 with curtains

Cant see shit, I don't know where the fuck I'm at for certain

When it boils down, I'm just a T.O nigga

But bitches tell me that I look just like a creole nigga

New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town

Shout out my nigga 'Tez, thats my brother my round

Spending tomorrows money, I call it manana

Off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer

One of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna

But that's cause her name is Rihanna!

I'm in the condo just posting watching Miami kill

I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real

Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled

Smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad

Tattoo on your ass, it'd be nice if you show me

I'm buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi

I've got the right to do it, it's only right to do it

Love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it

Still love my team, ain't no other option

Not for made niggas and I'm never stopping

I'm Damon Wayans, just know that homie don't play that

You know we running my nigga, Young money, Maybach



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[Rick Ross]

Black panorama, I call it T-Pain

I got my autotune, that bitch insane

Got my revolver too, I call it Ving Rhames

You still a baby boy, we doing big things

Street niggas, you hear what I said

I got some bad news, Jabar back in the feds

Facing twenty, he just did a dime

Been out a year, look like he finna ride

Genocide, these people killing time

Throw you in a hole, you must be penalised

Soon as you see success, haters reinvest

Miami guns drive, half a million nothing less

Raised the bar, I set the standards

My yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing

Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk

Set it on the napkin, let it cool off



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