Rick Ross - Made Men lyrics

(feat. Drake) [Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers Smoking my favorite 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 b**hes 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***a Roccett sponsored links Still smoking sickie, it ain't no other option Not for made n***as and I'm never stopping I raised the bar, I set the standards My yayo, Usher Raymond, that b**h just keep on dancing Dollar bills on top of dollar bills That's all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will Made n***as, talking a lot of skrill 8 digits a n***a 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***a like me, truth to be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, that's 62 with curtains Cant see sh**, I don't know where the f** I'm at for certain When it boils down, I'm just a T.O n***a But b**hes tell me that I look just like a creole n***a New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town Shout out my n***a 'Tez, thats my brother my round Spending tomorrows money, I call it manana Off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer One of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna But that's cause her name is Rihanna! I'm in the condo just posting watching Miami k** I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled Smoking bull riders, sh** moving slow as a ballad Tattoo on your a**, it'd be nice if you show me I'm buying b**hes 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, ain't no other option Not for made n***as and I'm never stopping I'm Damon Wayans, just know that homie don't play that You know we running my n***a, Young money, Maybach [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Black panorama, I call it T-Pain I got my autotune, that b**h insane Got my revolver too, I call it Ving Rhames You still a baby boy, we doing big things Street n***as, 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 k**ing 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 b**h just keep on dancing Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk Set it on the napkin, let it cool off [Chorus]