[T-Pain - Hook]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make it back
Can you beleive that, Woah you gotta see
[Jay-Z]
Smell like summertime to me (what is this)
First one to cop, I'm the Maybach muse
First one in the coupe I'm on my third 6 deuce
White guts, black Benz
I call that b**h affirmative action
Oreo, The Obama, curtains drawn they can't see me Osama
Cashmere throws thats a splash of cla**
S.C initials on the Tiffany gla**
I guess on the inital Maybach
I was way too official they didn't call Jay back
I'm just a bully I apologise
And if you woulda asked I probably woulda lied
This better no pressure
As my mind reclines on white leathers
I think back to my first Maybach
Baby blue sides I call it my similac
6 deuce everytime
I never had the Heinz 57 can't catch up to mines
No diss to Ricky this his song
But everybody know that this the sh** I've been on
No fives no four point O's
So no partitions a no no for Hov
I'm just a top draw n***a penthouse everytime
I'm a top floor n***a
As I drift off further chauffer serves the city
Observers oooh's and ahhh's they know who's inside
Though I never touch the wheel I won't lose my drive
Ooohs and ahhh's they know who's inside
On the factory shoes I won't lose my stride
(this is Maybach)
[T-Pain - Hook]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make it back
Can you beleive that, Woah you gotta see