Made Man

[Rick Ross]
 Two door Bugatti coupe
 I call it Katy Perry
 Wiz Khalifa papers
 Smoking my favourite 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  shout out my n-gga Rocky
 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
 
[Chorus]
 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
 
 [Drake]
 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] tell me that I just look like a creole n-gga
 New Orleans know it’s love, everytime I’m in town
 Shout out my n-gga tens, 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, [bad word] moving slow as a ballad
 Tattoo on your [bad word]  it’d be nice if you show me
 I’m buying [bad word] 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
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Rick Ross]
 Black panorama, I call it T-Pain
 I got my autotune, that [bad word] 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 [bad word] just keep on dancing
 Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk
 Set it on the napkin, let it cool off
 
 [Chorus]