Rick Ross - Maybach Music II lyrics

rate me

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don't plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

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., startin all that stuntin is gonna ruin ya

B I was a lie he probly had a 2 tone

With the gray poop on anything yay poop on

Will explode cause I am the shit 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 shit you talking dead, coughin,

Like the weed 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 shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don't plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

I'm in it to win now niggas 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 rhodium

Used to be the o smoke hoes call it o lo

Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo

Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move

Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass 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 nigger

Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender

Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner

So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender

I'm the boss and I'm ridin em like a small four

Niggas make yuh wheels n ride till they fall of

Yea, ROSS

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don't plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that

Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

Well alright, haha

A'll Black, Maybach I'm sittin in the asshole

Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad blow

Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll

Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes

I eatcha meal to, we don't feel you

N we be strappin up, Like the Navy Sealz do

Sweet as Bannana Split, everytime I peel through

Fresh'er than Will Smith, and Uncle phill too!

Watch'in T.V. in the Maybach, In Traffic

I'm on my feet, Like Tough Act'in Tunactin

I'm runn'in this shitt, you should try tackling

Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant!

You see the Biggie, See the Jada 2 pac in him

N Curt Cobain, n Andre 3 stacks, n then I'm back to doin shitt like I do's, In Maybach Musik

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach

Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back

Ay, can you belive that woah, you gotta see that.

I don't plan on goin pro put that on my maybach

I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that

Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music