made man

Rick Ross

[Rick Ross]
Two door Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers
Smoking my favourite berryââ?¬â?¢s
F65 I call it Rihanna
It got a red top but itââ?¬â?¢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 Iââ?¬â?¢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 n-gga Rocky
Still smoking sickie, it aint no other option
Not for made n-ggas and Iââ?¬â?¢m never stopping
I raised the bar, I set the standards
My yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing

Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all Iââ?¬â?¢m throwing, if she wont her momma will
Made n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n-gga tryna live

Made man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred squares
If you scared, called the feds
Made men, Iââ?¬â?¢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 n-gga like me, truth to be told, I donââ?¬â?¢t know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
Cant see shit, I donââ?¬â?¢t know where the f-ck Iââ?¬â?¢m at for certain
When it boils down, Iââ?¬â?¢m just a T.O n-gga
But bitches tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga
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New Orleans know itââ?¬â?¢s love, everytime Iââ?¬â?¢m in town
Shout out my n-gga tens, thats my brother my round
Spending tomorrows money, I call it maÃ?±ana
Off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer
One of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna
But thats cause her name is Rihanna!
Iââ?¬â?¢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, itââ?¬â?¢d be nice if you show me
Iââ?¬â?¢m buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Iââ?¬â?¢ve got the right to do it, itââ?¬â?¢s only right to do it
Love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it
Still love my team, aint no other option
Not for made n-ggas and Iââ?¬â?¢m never stopping
Iââ?¬â?¢m Damon Wayans, just know that homie donââ?¬â?¢t play that
You know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach

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[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
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 n-ggas, 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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