Rick Ross — Made Men lyrics

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Two door Bugatti coupe
I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers
smoking my favourite berry? s S65 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 n-gga Roccett
still smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and I? 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 I? 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, I? m screaming dollar bills
park the trunk on the Porsche
there they go, Dollar bills
Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I don? t know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains
cant see shit, I don? t know where the f-ck I? m at for certain
when it boils down, I? m just a T. O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga
New Orleans know it? s love, everytime I? m in town
shout out my n-gga ?Tez, thats my brother my round
spending tomorrows money, I call it mañana
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!
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, aint no other option
not for made n-ggas and I? m never stopping
I? m Damon Wayans, just know that homie don? t play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach
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 gardens 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