Made Men

Two door Bugatti coupe, I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers smoking my favorite berries S65 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 from Superhead, and I really will Californication, motivation in my pocket Got on my blue Dickie, shout out my nigga Roccett Still smoking sticky, it ain't no other option Not for made niggas and I'm never stopping I raised the bar, I set the standards My yayo Usher Raymond, that bitch just keep on dancing Dollar bills on top of dollar bills Thats all I'm throwing, if she won't lil' momma will Made niggas, talking a lotta skrill Eight digits a nigga 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 Pop the trunk on the Porsche, there they go, dollar bills Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny Find a nigga like me, truth be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, that 62 with curtains Can't see shit, I don't know where the fuck I'm at for certain When it boils down, I'm just a T.O. nigga But bitches tell me that I look just like a creole nigga New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town Shout out my nigga Tez, that's my brother my round Spending tomorrows money, I call it mañana Off the rack just ain't 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 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, ain't no other option Not for made niggas and I'm never stopping I'm Damon Wayans, just know that homie don't play that You know we run it my nigga, 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 niggas, 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 penalized 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