Maybach Music II

Chorus (T-Pain):
Realest shit i ever wrote
Chilling in my Maybach
What ever I send out
Homie I'ma make back
Can you believe it?
You gotta see it
I don't plan on going broke
Put that on my Maybach
'Cause I'm in it to win
Now niggas can't take that
Listen to my Mayback Music
to my Mayback music
Kanye West verse:
Martin Louis the King Junior
Starting all that stunting is gonna ruin ya
If B.I. was alive he'd probably have a two-tone
With a grey poupon, anything yay poop on
We'll explode 'cause I am the shit and
This is my commode, oh-oh there it go
Talking bout how ya boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hyped
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap dance would probably be a blessing right?
So all that shit you talking dead, coffin
Like the weed coughing
New crib, Lofton
Where's that? Austin
Where's that? Texas
What's in front? Benzes
What else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr West's
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Rick Ross verse:
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum
Crib need custodians
Shades in all shades
B's made Imodium
Used to be the old smoke
Ho's call it ho low
Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo
57, 62, tell me how you want to move
Yeah you know ive got them both
Beat ya ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women
Now i scoop up any winners like kitty litter
Any winner Fendi denim like a slender nigger
Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender
Selling reefer even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya telling me except your gender
I'm a boss and i'm riding like a small Vaulk
Niggas make your wheels and ride them till they fall off
Yeah, Ross!
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Lil Wayne verse:
Well alright
All black Maybach im sitting in the ass hole
Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
That's right them bills dew like damp clothes
I eat your meal too, we dont feel you
And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
Sweet as banana split every time i peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough acting tinactin
I'm running this shit, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word: immaculate
You see the Big you see the Jay, the Tupac and him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three-stacks and then
I'm back to doing shit like i do sing Maybach Music
Yeah! Young Moolah baby! AAHHH
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