Maybach Music 2

Lyrics

[Intro] J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh) You gotta see it (Ayy) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music [Verse 1: Kanye West] Martin Louis the King Jr.  Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you If B.I. was alive, he'd probably have the two-tone With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on Will explode, 'cause I am the shit And this is my commode, uh-oh, there they go Talking 'bout how your boy clothes extra tight I just remembered that my limelight 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'd probably be a blessin', right? So all the shit you talking dead, coffin Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus Well, who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's [Chorus: T-Pain & Rick Ross] Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh) You gotta see it (Ayy) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music (Boss) [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium Used to be the Oldsmo', hoes call it "O-lo" Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo '57, '62, tell me how you wanna move Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue (Yeah) I was barely gettin' pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender Celery for Eben 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 ridin' like a small vault Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off, yeah, Ross [Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh) You gotta see it (Ayy) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music (Well alright, hehe) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL 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 Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks, and then I'm back to doin' shit like I dos it, Maybach Music [Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne] Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah) Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby) Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh, ow) You gotta see it (Ayy) 'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To my Maybach music