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Maybach Music 2 - Rick Ross
Written by：Faheem Najm/Dexter Wansel/Erik Ortiz/William Roberts/Kanye West/Kevin Crowe/Dwayne Carter
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it woah you gotta see it
And I don't plan on goin broke
Put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now n**gas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music
Martin luie the king junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
If bi was alive he'd probly have a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on anything ye' poop on
Will explode 'cuz I am the sh*t and
This is my commode uh oh there they go
Talking 'bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right
So all that sh*t you talking dead coffin
Like the w**d coughin new crib loftin
Where it's at austin where is that texas
What's in front benzes what else lexus
Well whos maybach is this Mr west's
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it woah you gotta see it
And I don't plan on goin broke
Put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now n**gas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum crib need custodians
Shades or no shades bees made of rhodium
Used to be the o smoke hoes call it olo
Now I got so many horses b**ches call me polo
Fifty seven sixty two tell me how you wanna move
Ya you know
I got them both beat yuh a** black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women
Now I scoup emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in 'em like a slender n**ga
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the f**k was you tellin me other than your gender
I'm the boss and I'm ridin 'em like a small valt
N**gas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea ross
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it woah you gotta see it
And I don't plan on goin broke
Put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now n**gas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music
Well alright haha
All black maybach I'm sittin in the asshole
Classy as a mutha still gutta like a bad bow
Benjamin franklin on ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them billz due like d*mn clothes
I eatcha meal to we don't feel you
And we be strappin up like the navy seals do
Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than will smith and uncle phil too
Watchin tv in the maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough actin' tinactin
I'm runnin this sh*t you should try tacklin
Lil wayne in one word immaculate
You see the biggie see the jay the 2 pac in him
The curt cobain and andre 3 stacks
And then I'm back to doin sh*t
Like I do sing maybach music
Realest sh*t I ever wrote
Chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie imma make back ay
Can you believe it woah you gotta see it
And I don't plan on goin pro
Put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now n**gas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music
To my maybach music