Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made Men, artist - Drake. Album song Lord Knows, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nyc haze entertainment
Song language: English
Made Men |
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 |
And I’m running straight up in the culo |
My wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill |
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 |
My yayo Usher Raymond, that bitch just keep on dancing |
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills |
Thats all I’m throwing, if she won’t lil' momma will |
Made niggas, talking a lotta skrill |
Eight 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 |
Pop the trunk on the Porsche, there they go, dollar bills |
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 |
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, 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 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 run it my nigga, Young Money, Maybach |
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills |
Thats all I’m throwing, if she won’t lil' momma will |
Made niggas, talking a lotta skrill |
Eight 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 |
Pop the trunk on the Porsche, there they go, dollar bills |
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 |
Dollar bills on top of dollar bills |
Thats all I’m throwing, if she won’t lil' momma will |
Made niggas, talking a lotta skrill |
Eight 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 |
Pop the trunk on the Porsche, there they go, dollar bills |