Rick Ross - Maybach Music lyrics

[Sample:] Come & take a ride. Come & take a ride. [Rick Ro$$:] Billionaire Yayo. (Justice League) [Rick Ro$$:] 57 years, yes! Blood for a D-Boy Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowin' seed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule Look at me, a model now Models & bottles 'round A Blood holla' ballin' But the boys in blue, they shot 'em down Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted 'Cause the n***as I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of mental 400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss) Some things money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride In the rear, so many instruments I hear Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (Ro$$!) I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah This Maybach Music, designer sh** I wear May 'cause you to lose it Close your eyes & inhale the smoke It's Maybach Music, the realest sh** I wrote, n***a! 5 ounces, take a toke Of this Maybach Music, the realest sh** I wrote Boss! [Jay-Z:] Young! f** it then. [Jay-Z:] Black Maybach, white seats, black pipin' Remind me of Paul McCartney & Mike fightin' You know, +The Girl Is Mine+ +Life's A b**h+, so +The Whole World Is Mine+ The 6 deuce long, the curtains are drawn Perfectly like a Pica**o, Rembrandts & Rocco's I'm a major player, 40 40's in Vegas at the Palazzo They said it was not so Certain things that money can't buy Like bein' this fly 'Til then I'm just gonna' ride! I'm like G-Rap with better transportation On the road to the riches, reach my +Final Destination+ & the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah Say a +Prayer+, hope I get ta' see her When I disappear from here, baby, yeah! But I don't see the endin' through these millionaire lenses Just the 2 M's on the emblem The partition roof, translucent & Humador Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, 2 I store! True story, my closet is like 2 stories Cut to the happy ending 'cause I don't do stories Shawn Corey, real rap The Maybach is bananas, peel back. You feel that? Young! Come on! [Jay-Z:] Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back! Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back Since way back, since way back 8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back! [Rick Ro$$:] Boss! Can't be stopped now We got too much cake. [Rick Ro$$:] They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for meals & the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack Crab & lobsters, not all mobsters Imposters, got'cha! Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony Can only stay a week or 2, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach Got a k**er's Intuition Holdin' on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition Waitin' on my Suge Knight One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life Guess I gotta' play my part Never will I die, my name symbolize The hustle for young k**ers comin' from the other side Some things your money can't buy Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride I'm large, my black car Menagin' black broads, ma**age for frauds I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks In the +k**in' Field+ of hip-hop Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped & dropped! I'm The Boss!