[Intro: Rick Ross & Drake]

Yeah, made nigga, got made niggas with me

(2 Tall)

Fuck 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 shit

[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 bitches 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 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 (Ugh)

My yayo Usher Raymond, that bitch 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 niggas, talking a lot of skrill

Eight digits, a nigga 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 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, ah!

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 every time 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 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, 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, 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 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 (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 niggas, talking a lot of skrill

Eight digits, a nigga 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 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

[Chorus: Rick Ross]

Dollar bills on top of dollar bills

Thats all I’m throwing—if she won't, lil' mama will

Made niggas, talking a lot of skrill (Ugh)

Eight digits, a nigga 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 nigga, got made niggas with me

Haha

(M-M-M-Maybach Music)