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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Perry
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its like Madonna
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my bitches counting
man, also known as Papi Chulo
and Im straight up in the culo
my wrist always on frio, call me chilly
super head and head, and I really will
Californication, in my pocket
got on my blue Dickie, out my n-gga 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 keep on

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

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

Riding round the city, plastic cup of
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, 62 with curtains
see shit, I dont know where the f-ck Im at for certain
when it down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know its love, everytime Im in
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my brother my
spending tomorrows money, I it maana
off the rack just my style, I call it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but thats her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just posting watching kill
I might just walk to the arena and it for real
to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
smoking bull riders, shit moving as a ballad
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson,
Ive got the right to do it, its right to do it
love me some head, and I love a woman likes to do it
still love my team, no other option
not for made and Im never stopping
Im Damon Wayans, just that homie dont play 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, back in the feds
facing twenty, he just did a
out a year, look like he finna ride
genocide, people killing time
throw you in a hole, you must be
soon as you see success, reinvest
miami gardens drive, half a million nothing
the bar, I set the standards
my Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off