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[Rick
Two door coupe
I call it Katy
Wiz papers
smoking my berrys
S65 I call it
It got a red top but its white Madonna
man, you hear what I said
having a slumber party all my counting bread
made man, also known as Papi
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
smoking sickie, it aint no other option
not for n-ggas and Im never stopping
I the bar, I set the standards
my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just on dancing

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

man, you hear what I said
I got a hundred
if you scared, the feds
made men, Im dollar bills
park the on the Porsche
there go, Dollar bills

Riding the city, plastic cup of Henny
find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with
cant see shit, I dont know where the Im at for certain
it boils down, Im just a T.O n-gga
but bitches tell me that I look just like a creole
New know its love, everytime Im in town
shout out my n-gga Tez, thats my my round
spending money, I call it maana
off the just aint my style, I call it designer
one of my women ever, I call her Rihanna
but cause her name is Rihanna!
Im in the condo just watching Miami kill
I might just to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, and Khaled
smoking riders, shit moving slow as a ballad
tattoo on ass, itd be nice if you show me
Im buying furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi
Ive got the right to do it, its only 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 know that dont play that
you know we running my n-gga, Young money,

[Rick - Verse 3]
Black panorama, I it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that insane
got my revolver too, I call it Rhames
you still a baby boy, we doing big
street n-ggas, you hear I said
I got some bad news, Jabar back in the
facing twenty, he did a dime
been out a year, look like he finna
genocide, people killing time
throw you in a hole, you be penalised
as you see success, haters reinvest
miami gardens drive, a million nothing less
raised the bar, I set the
my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on
Jackson, let it moonwalk
set it on the napkin, let it off