[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Maybach music
Maybach music II remix
Let me warn you now
Maybach music III
Teflon Don, coming soon
We the best!
[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back
Can you believe it? (Ooooh)
You gotta see it (Yay)
Cause I don't plan on going 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: Jay Z]
Smell like summertime to me
First one to cop, I'm the Maybach muse
First one in the coup, I'm on my third six deuce
White guts, black Benz
I call that bitch affirmative action
Oreo, the Obama
Curtains drawn, they can't see me, Osama
Cashmere throws, that's a splash of class
SC initials on the Tiffany glass
I guess on the initial Maybach
I was way too official, they ain't call Jay back
I'm just a bully, I apologize
And if you would've asked I probably would've lied
This better, no pressure
As my mind reclines on white leathers
I think back to my first Maybach
Baby blue sides, I call her my Similac
Six deuce every time, I never had the Heinz
Fifty seven can't catch up to mines
No diss to Ricky, this his song
But everybody know this the shit that I've been on
No fives, no four point o's
So no partitions a no no for HOV
I'm just a top drawer nigga
Pent house every time, I'm a top floor nigga
As I drift off further
Chauffeur serves the city's observers
Oohs and aahs, they know who's inside
Though I never touch the wheel, I won't lose my drive
Oohs and aahs, they know who's inside
On the path that we choose I won't lose my stride
Maybach music
Maybach music II remix
Let me warn you now
Maybach music III
Teflon Don, coming soon
We the best!
[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back
Can you believe it? (Ooooh)
You gotta see it (Yay)
Cause I don't plan on going 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: Jay Z]
Smell like summertime to me
First one to cop, I'm the Maybach muse
First one in the coup, I'm on my third six deuce
White guts, black Benz
I call that bitch affirmative action
Oreo, the Obama
Curtains drawn, they can't see me, Osama
Cashmere throws, that's a splash of class
SC initials on the Tiffany glass
I guess on the initial Maybach
I was way too official, they ain't call Jay back
I'm just a bully, I apologize
And if you would've asked I probably would've lied
This better, no pressure
As my mind reclines on white leathers
I think back to my first Maybach
Baby blue sides, I call her my Similac
Six deuce every time, I never had the Heinz
Fifty seven can't catch up to mines
No diss to Ricky, this his song
But everybody know this the shit that I've been on
No fives, no four point o's
So no partitions a no no for HOV
I'm just a top drawer nigga
Pent house every time, I'm a top floor nigga
As I drift off further
Chauffeur serves the city's observers
Oohs and aahs, they know who's inside
Though I never touch the wheel, I won't lose my drive
Oohs and aahs, they know who's inside
On the path that we choose I won't lose my stride
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