Made Men
Lyrics Rick Ross

Featuring: Drake

[Verse 1]
Two door Bugatti coupe, I call it Katy Perry
Wiz Khalifa papers smoking my berry's
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 b*tches 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 super head, and I really will
Californication, motivation in my pocket
Got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n*gga Roccett
Still smoking sticky, it ain't 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 won't her momma will
Made n*ggas, talking a lotta 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
Pop the trunk on the Porsche, there they go, dollar bills

[Verse 2: Drake]
Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny
Find a n*gga like me, truth be told, I don't know many
I say shout my driver Lauren, that 62 with curtains
Can't see sh*t, 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 b*tches tell me that I just look like a creole n*gga
New Orleans know it's love, every time I'm in town
Shout out my n*gga Tez, that's my brother my round
Spending tomorrows money, I call it maƱana
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, sh*t moving slow as a ballad
Tattoo on your ass, it'd be nice if you show me
I'm buying b*tches 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*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


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Black Panamera, I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune, that b*tch 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 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 b*tch just keep on dancing
Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk
Set it on the napkin, let it cool off