
Maybach Music 2 Rick Ross (Ft. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & T-Pain)
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[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
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
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