Testo: Rick Ross. Maybach Music 2.

(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)

Chorus: T-Pain


Realest shit I ever wrote
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out
Homie imma make back
HEY!
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it
HEY!
I don't plan on goin through
With that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win
Y'all niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To My Maybach music

Verse 1: Kanye West

Martin Louis King Jr.
Startin man all that stunt is gone ruin ya.
If B.I. was alive
He prolly have tha 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 dey go
Talkin bout how ya 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 gettin sex tonight
And a lapdance'll prolly be a blessin right?
So all thats hit you talkin dead, coffin
Like the weed, coughin
New crib, loft and
Where's dat Austin?
Where's dat Texas?
What's in front?
Benzes
What else?
Lexus
Well who's Maybach is that?
Mr. West's

Chorus: T-Pain


Realest shit I ever wrote
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out
Homie imma make back
HEY!
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it
HEY!
I don't plan on goin through
With that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win
Y'all niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To My Maybach music


Verse 2: Rick Ross

BOSS

Kush look like petroleum
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
These need arodium
Used to be the oldsmo
Hoes call it olo
Now i got so many horses bitches call me Polo
57-62 tell me how you wanna move
Yeah you know i got em both
Beat cha ass black and blue
I was barely gettin pretty women
Now i scoop any winner like kitty litter
Any winner
Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Lookin in the mirror
I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory
I am on my dinner
So what the fuck is you tellin me besides ya gender?
Imma boss and i'm ridin like a small vault
Niggas make ya wheels ride till they fall off

ROSS!

Chorus: T-Pain

Realest shit I ever wrote
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out
Homie imma make back
HEY!
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it
HEY!
I don't plan on goin through
With that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win
Y'all niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To My Maybach music


Verse 3: Lil Wayne

We'll Alright
All black Maybach
I'm sittin in the asshole
Classy as a mutha
Still gutta as a bad blow
Benjamin Franklin
On X how dat cash roll
Dats right them bills
Due like damn clothes
I eat cha meal too
We don't feel you
And we be strappin up
Like them Navy Seals do
Sweet as banana 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 shit
You should try tacklin
Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant!
You see the Biggie
See the Jada to Packin him
And Curt Cobain
And Andre 3 stacks
And then I'm back doing shit how I do
In Maybach music

Chorus: T-Pain


Realest shit I ever wrote
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out
Homie imma make back
HEY!
Can you believe that?
You gotta see it
HEY!
I don't plan on goin through
With that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win
Y'all niggas can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To My Maybach music


(Thanks to D. God for these lyrics)