(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)
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Realest shit I ever rode, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach

Can you believe that? Whooo

You gotta see it

'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win, ya'll niggers can't take that

Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music



[Kanye West]

Martin, Louiee the King Junior

Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya

B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone

With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on

Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol

Oh oh that it go

Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight

I just remembered that my lime light extra bright

I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype

You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke

We know who not gettin' no sex tonight

And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right

So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin

Like the weed coffin

New Crib: Lofton

Where is that? Austin

Where is that? Texas

What's in front: Benzes

What else? Lexus

Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's



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[Rick Ross]

Boss

Cush my life controlium

Crib need custodians

Shades in all shades

B's made of rodium

Used to be the - Smoke

Hoe's call it - Low

Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo

57, 62

Tell me how you wanna move

Yeah you know I got them both

Beat your ass black and blue

I was barely gettin' pretty women

Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter

Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger

Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender

Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner

So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender?

I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue

Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off

Yeah, Ross



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[Lil' Wayne]

All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole

Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball

Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll

That's right, them mills do like damp clothes

I eat your meal too, we don't feel you

And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do

Sweet as banana split everytime 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' ten actin'

I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin'

Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate



You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him



The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do

Sing Maybach Music



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