Made Men - Drake, Rick Ross

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

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

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

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