Rick Ross "Made Men (feat. Drake)" |
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 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 just look 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 ma�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! 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 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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |