Текст песни Maybach Music - Rick Ross , Jay-Z
What
is
this?
Maybach
music
I
like
this
Maybach
music
Sweet!
Ha
ha
ha!
Come
and
take
a
ride
Come
and
take
a
ride
Billionaire
Yayo
Justice
League
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,
blowing
weed
up
Revenue
incredible,
it
put
me
on
a
pedestal
Columbia
to
Mexico,
I
figure
there
was
a
better
route
Look
at
me,
a
model
now
Models
and
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
Mi-Yayo
Instrumental
that
are
mental,
Maybach
kind
of
mental
400
off
the
lot,
the
block
is
monumental
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,
Ross!
I'm
higher
than
a
leer
This
Maybach
music,
designer
shit
I
wear
May
cause
you
to
lose
it
Close
your
eyes
and
inhale
the
smoke
It's
Maybach
music,
the
realest
shit
I
wrote,
nigga
5 ounces,
take
a
toke
Of
this
Maybach
music,
the
realest
shit
I
wrote
Boss!
Young!
Fuck
it
then!
Black
Maybach,
white
seas,
black
piping
Remind
me
of
Paul
McCartney
and
Mike
fighting
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
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
being
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
And
the
lair,
closer
to
a
leer
Say
a
Prayer,
hope
I
get
ta'
see
her
When
I
disappear
from
here,
baby,
yeah
But
I
don't
see
the
ending
through
these
millionaire
lenses
Just
the
Two
M's
on
the
emblem
The
partition
roof,
translucent
and
Humador
Where
refrigerators,
where
Ace
of
Spades,
or
two
I
store
True
story,
my
closet
is
like
two
stories
Straight
to
the
happy
ending,
'cause
I
don't
do
stories
Shawn
Corey,
real
rap
The
Maybach
is
bananas,
peel
back
You
feel
that?
Young!
C'mon!
Realest
shit
I
ever
wrote,
chillin'
in
my
Maybach
8-track
episodes,
been
doing
this
since
way
back
Since
way
back,
since
way
back
8-track
episodes,
been
doing
this
since
way
back!
Realest
shit
I
ever
wrote,
chillin'
in
my
Maybach
8-track
episodes,
been
doing
this
since
way
back
Since
way
back,
since
way
back
8-track
episodes,
been
doing
this
since
way
back!
Boss!
Can't
be
stopped
now
We
got
too
much
cake
They
pinching
pennies,
while
I'm
muscling
for
meals
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,
got
cha!
Boy,
I
got
an
eagle
view,
slanted
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
Holding
on
that
mack
11,
Machiavelli
premonition
Waiting
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
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
I
see
the
kill
in
the
field
of
hip-hop
Runnin'
up
on
the
car,
you
get
popped,
mopped
and
dropped
I'm
the
Boss!
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