Maybach Music 2 (album clean) Rick Ross

Realist shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Can you believe that? Woah you gotta see it

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

Martin Luetta King. Jr, startin'
All that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie, he probably had a two tone
With the gray poupon, anything yay poupon

We'll explode 'cause I'm am the shit
And this is my commode, uh, oh, there they go

Talkin' about how ya, boy, clothes extra tight
I just remember 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' no sex tonight
And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right
So all the shit you talking dead, coffin, light the weed coughin'
New crib loughtin'