Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 lyrics

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Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2 lyrics

Realist sh** 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, n***as, 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 sh** 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 s** tonight And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right So all the sh** you talking dead, coffin, light the weed coughin' New crib loughtin' Where it's at, Austin? Where's that, Texas? What's in front, Benzes? What else, Lexus? Well, who's Maybach is this, Mr. Westses Realist sh** 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, n***as, can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Boss, Kush, my light controlium, grim mean custodians Shades or no shades, these made erotium Use to be the oldsmo, hoes call it oh lo Now I got so many horses b**hes call me polo 5762, tell me how ya wanna move Yeah, you know I got them both Beat your a** black and blue I was barely gettin' pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender, n***a Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender Sellin' reefer even Gregory, I'm on my dinner So what the f** is ya tellin' me other than your gender? I'm a boss and I'm ridin' like a small fault n***as, make your wheels and ride till they fall off Yeah, Ross Realist sh** 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, n***as, can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Well, alright All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the a**hole Cla**y as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin, no X in the cash row That's right, the mills do like damn close I eat ya mill too, we don't feel you And we be strappin' up like the navy seal do Sweet as banana split, every time 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 run in this sh**, you should try tacklin' Lil Wayne in one word immaculin' You see the Big, you see the Jay The Tupac in him, the Kurt Cobain The Andre three stacks and then I'm back to doin' sh** Like I do say Maybach music Realist sh** 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, n***as, can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music