Maybach

Lyrics

[Intro: Lefty Gunplay] Yeah En nombre del Padre, del Hijo, del Espíritu Santo Y amén, Jesús I love you, Grandma I'll be home tonight, don't trip Sí me voy a portar bien Vo'a regresar Dile a mi mamá que salí con mis amigos [Chorus] Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (Yeah, it's Lefty Gunplay) La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach (Westside, yeah, the best side, yeah, look) La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach (Look) [Verse 1: Lefty Gunplay] I'm in the Maybach, do the dash on the interstate I'm thinking back when they kicked me out of the eighth grade That's when my life changed, that's when I gangbanged That's when my mama was crying just tryna maintain That's when my homie would die and we from the same gang Now we in the chain gang It was a cold-ass night and now that bus came Now we headed to the penitentiary, that's on the gang Who would've thought that I would gangbang and all my homies'd be in cemeteries, man? I'm searching for fortune and fame, I caused so much fucking pain to my mama, man My stomach hurting, I'm looking for a chain I could take (Oohwee) I'm in the trailer park and I'm about to fucking break (Who me?) I closed the curtain like Eminem, getting sick of fame Then I woke up and I heard the fucking crowd sing [Chorus] La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach (Don) [Verse 2: Don Q] Keep it real, man, you know my stats (Know my stats) Close the curtains, back of the 'Bach while I'm blowing loud I'm the poster child for niggas that ain't supposed to smile ('Posed to smile) 'Cause the hood gave us no options and left us broken down (Yeah) Don't tell me how you got the money, nigga, show me how (Show me how) We hit Miami for the week and spent forty thou' Shawty used to call me corny, hit her and she horny now (She horny now) New foreign car, thank God I could afford it now (Thank God) You leave your ho around, now she in the lost and found 'Specially when she see how we steppin', nothin' but bosses 'round I'm 'bout to cross the border, hopin' I could sneak a quarter pound (Yeah) The game watered down, I'm still tryna uplift (Uplift) Fuck critics, my music help niggas touch chicken (Touch chicken) Hard work got the job done when the luck didn't (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, riding 'round in my Maybach, Maybach