Rick Ross - Maybach Music Pt. 2 Şarkı Sözleri

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Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it? Whoa, you gotta see it
Hey, I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach
Because I'm in it to win, now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music

Martin Louis the King Jr.
Starting all that stunting is gone ruin you
If B.I. was alive he probably have a two tone
With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on
We'll explode, because I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh-oh there they go
Talking about how your 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 club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance would probably be a blessing right?
So all the shit you talking, dead, coffin
Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in
Where's that? Austin
Where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benzes
What else? Lexus
Well whose Maybach is this?
Mr. West's



Boss
Kush burn like petroleum
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
B's made of rhodium
Use to be the Oldsmo', hoes call it oh low
Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo
57", 62"
Tell me how you want to move
Yeah you know I got them both
Beat your ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty woman
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter, Fendi denim, like a slender nigga
Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender
Selling reefer, even Gregory, I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small vault
Niggas make your wheels and ride until they fall off
Yeah, Ross!



Well alright
All black Maybach, I'm sitting in an asshole
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on ex, how that cash roll?
That's right, them mills dew like damp clothes
I eat your meal too
We don't feel you
And we be strapping up like the Navy Seals do
Sweet as banana split, every time I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin
I'm running this shit, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
You see the B.I.G., you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre 3 Stacks
And then I'm back to doing shit like I do's in Maybach music