Made Men Lyrics - Ashes To Ashes - Rick Ross

Yeah made nigga 

Got niggas with me 

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 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 and super head, and I really will 

Californication, Motivation in my pocket 

Got on my blue Dickie, shout out my nigga Roccett 

Still smoking sickie, 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 

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Dollar bills on top of dollar bills 

That's all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will 

Made niggas, talking a lot of skrill 

8 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 

Park the trunk on the Porsche 

There they go, Dollar bills 

Photos 

Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny 

Find a nigga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many 

I say shout my driver Lauren, that's 62 with curtains 

Cant 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, 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 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 running 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 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 bitch just keep on dancing 

Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk 

Set it on the napkin, let it cool off