Rick Ross - Made Men Lyrics
(feat. Drake)[Rick Ross]Two door Bugatti coupeI call it Katy PerryWiz Khalifa papersSmoking my favorite berry'sF65 I call it RihannaIt got a red top but it's white like MadonnaMade man, you hear what I saidHaving a slumber party all my *****es counting breadMade man, also known as Papi ChuloAnd I'm running straight up in the culoMy wrist always on frio, call me chilly chillSuper head and super head, and I really willCalifornication, Motivation in my pocketGot on my blue Dickie, shout out my nigga RoccettStill smoking sickie, it ain't no other optionNot for made niggas and I'm never stoppingI raised the bar, I set the standardsMy yayo, Usher Raymond, that ***** just keep on dancingDollar bills on top of dollar billsThat's all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma willMade niggas, talking a lot of skrill8 digits a nigga tryna liveMade man, you hear what I saidI got a hundred squaresIf you scared, called the fedsMade men, I'm screaming dollar billsPark the trunk on the PorscheThere they go, Dollar bills[Drake]Riding round the city, plastic cup of HennyFind a nigga like me, truth to be told, I don't know manyI say shout my driver Lauren, that's 62 with curtainsCant see shit, I don't know where the ***** I'm at for certainWhen it boils down, I'm just a T.O niggaBut *****es tell me that I look just like a creole niggaNew Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in townShout out my nigga 'Tez, thats my brother my roundSpending tomorrows money, I call it mananaOff the rack just aint my style, I call it designerOne of my baddest women ever, I call her RihannaBut that's cause her name is Rihanna!I'm in the condo just posting watching Miami killI might just walk to the arena and watch it for realAshes to ashes, me, Rozay and KhaledSmoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a balladTattoo on your ass, it'd be nice if you show meI'm buying *****es furs, Mike Tyson, NaomiI've got the right to do it, it's only right to do itLove me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do itStill love my team, ain't no other optionNot for made niggas and I'm never stoppingI'm Damon Wayans, just know that homie don't play thatYou know we running my nigga, Young money, Maybach[Chorus][Rick Ross]Black panorama, I call it T-PainI got my autotune, that ***** insaneGot my revolver too, I call it Ving RhamesYou still a baby boy, we doing big thingsStreet niggas, you hear what I saidI got some bad news, Jabar back in the fedsFacing twenty, he just did a dimeBeen out a year, look like he finna rideGenocide, these people killing timeThrow you in a hole, you must be penalisedSoon as you see success, haters reinvestMiami guns drive, half a million nothing lessRaised the bar, I set the standardsMy yayo Mc Hammer, that ***** just keep on dancingMichael Jackson, let it moonwalkSet it on the napkin, let it cool off[Chorus]
