Maybach Music 2 (Album Version|Explicit) - Rick Ross/T-Pain/Lil Wayne/Ye

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