Maybach Music

[Intro] Heh, what is this? (Maybach Music) I like this Maybach Music (Sweet!) Hahahaha Come and take a ride Come and take a, come and take a ride [Interlude: Rick Ross] Billionaire, yayo (J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] 57, yes, yes, good for a D-Boy Hand my MAC-11 to the engineer to record Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowin' weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal Colombia to Mexico, I figured was a better route Look at me, a model now, models and them bottles 'round A Blood holla, "Ballin,'" but the boys in blue, they shot 'em down Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted Cause the niggas I employed name synonymous with mayhem Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of mental 400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss) Some things your 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 sign to fear I'm higher than a lear, this Maybach music Designer shit I wear, make hoes lose it (Boss) Close your eyes and inhale the smoke It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga Buy an ounce, take a toke Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote Boss! [Interlude: Jay-Z] It's Young! Hahahah, fuck it then [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Black Maybach, white seats, black pipin' Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fightin' You know, "The Girl Is Mine" Life's a bitch, so the whole world is mine The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rothkos I'm a major player, 40/40's in Vegas at the Palazzo They said it was not so Certain things your money can't buy Like being this fly, 'til then, I'm just gon' ride I'm like G Rap with better transportation On the road to the riches, reach my final destination In the lear, closer to Aaliyah, say a prayer Hope I get to see her when I disappear from here, baby, yeah But I don't see the endin' through these millionaire lenses Just the two M's on the emblem The partition roof, translucent and humidor Refrigerators, where Ace of Spades or two I store True story, my closet is like two stories Straight to the happy endin', cause I don't do stories Shawn Corey, real rap The Maybach is bananas—peel back [Interlude: Jay-Z] Hahahah, you feel that? Young, c'mon [Chorus: Jay-Z] Realest shit 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 shit 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 [Interlude: Rick Ross] Boss, can't be stopped now We got too much cake [Verse 3: Rick Ross] They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for mills And that muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack crab and lobsters Not all mobsters imposters, gotcha Boy, I got a eagle view, standin' on my balcony Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach, got a killer's intuition Holdin' on that MAC-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 symbolized The hustle for young killers coming 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 Massage for frauds, I'm livin' large, my fat rocks It's eat to kill in the field of hip-hop Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped I'm the boss