Made Men lyrics
by Rick Ross
[Intro: Rick Ross & Drake]
Yeah, made n*gga, got made n*ggas with me
(2 Tall)
f*ck it, I ain't even counting the money no more
If it ain't right, it ain't right
It ain't even matter no more
Cut me up a lil' bit
This next-level sh*t
[Verse 1: 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 b*tches counting bread
Made man, also known as "Papi Chulo" (Ugh)
And I’m running straight up in the culo
My wrist always on frío, call me "Chilly Chill" (Ugh)
Super head from Superhead, and I really will
Californication, motivation in my pocket
Got on my blue di*kie, 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 (Ugh)
My yayo Usher Raymond, that b*tch just keep on dancing
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Drake]
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all I’m throwing—if she won't, lil' mama will (Ugh)
Made n*ggas, talking a lot of skrill
Eight digits, a n*gga tryna live
Made man (Ugh)—you hear what I said?
I got a hundred squares—if you scared, call the feds
Made man, I’m screaming, "Dollar bills"
Pop the trunk on the Porsche (Ugh)—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, ah!
When it boils down, I’m just a T-O n*gga
But b*tches tell me that I look just 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 "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 posted, watching Miami kill
I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real
Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled
Smoking bullriders, 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, Naomie
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 run it, my n*gga, Young Money, Maybach (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all I’m throwing—if she won't, lil' mama will (Ugh)
Made n*ggas, talking a lot of skrill
Eight digits, a n*gga tryna live
Made man (Ugh)—you hear what I said?
I got a hundred squares—if you scared, call the feds
Made man, I’m screaming, "Dollar bills"
Pop the trunk on the Porsche—there they go, dollar bills
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Black Panorama, 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
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all I’m throwing—if she won't, lil' mama will
Made n*ggas, talking a lot of skrill (Ugh)
Eight digits, a n*gga tryna live
Made man—you hear what I said?
I got a hundred squares—if you scared, call the feds
Made man, I’m screaming, "Dollar bills"
Pop the trunk on the Porsche—there they go, dollar bills (Ugh)
[Outro: Rick Ross & Drake]
Ugh, yeah
Ugh
Yeah, made n*gga, got made n*ggas with me
Haha
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)