• Artist: Rick Ross f/ Drake
• Song Title: Made Men
• Album: n/a

[Drake]
Made n****s got made n****s with me

[Rick Ross]
I ain't even counting the money no more if it ain't right it ain't right it don't even matter no more.
Cut me up a little bit, it's next level s***.

[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****es 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**** Rocket
Still smoking sticky it ain't no other option
Not for made n****s and I'm never stopping
I raised the bar I set the standards
My yayo Usher Raymond that b**** just keep on dancing

Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all I'm throwing if she won't lil momma will
Made n****s talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n**** 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

[Drake]
Riding round the city plastic cup of Henny
Find a n**** like me truth to be told I don't know many
I say shout my driver Lauren S62 with curtains
Cant see s*** I don't know where the f*** I'm at for certain
When it boils down I'm just a T.O. n****
But b****es tell me that I look just like a creole n****
New Orleans know it's love everytime I'm in town
Shout out my n**** 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 thats 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 bull riders s*** moving slow as a ballad
Tattoo on your a** it'd be nice if you show me
I'm buying b****es furs Mike Tyson Naomi
I 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 aint no other option
Not for made n****s and I'm never stopping
I'm Damon Wayans just know that homie don't play that
You know we running my n**** Young money Maybach

Dollar bills on top of dollar bills
Thats all I'm throwing if she won't lil momma will
Made n****s talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n**** 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

[Rick Ross]
Black Panamera I call it T-Pain
I got my autotune that b**** insane
Got my revolver too I call it Ving Rhames
You still a baby boy we doing big things
Street n****s 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 Gardens Drive half a million nothing less
Raised the bar I set the standards
My yayo Mc Hammer that b**** 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 n****s talking a lot of skrill
8 digits a n**** 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