Maybach Music Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Chorus - T-Pain]Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back Can you believe it? Whoa, you gotta see it Hey, I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach Because I'm in it to win, now niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
[Verse 1 - Kanye West]Martin Louis the King Jr. Starting all that stunting is gone ruin you If B.I. was alive he probably have a two tone With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on We'll explode, because I am the shit and this is my commode Uh-oh there they go Talking about how your boy clothes extra tight I just remembered that my lime light extra bright I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype 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 the shit you talking, dead, coffin Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in Where's that? Austin Where's that? Texas What's in front? Benzes What else? Lexus Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's
[Chorus] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross]Boss Kush burn like petroleum Crib need custodians Shades in all shades B's made of rhodium [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/maybach-music-pt-2-lyrics-rick-ross.html ] Use to be the Oldsmo', hoes call it oh low Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo 57", 62" Tell me how you want to move Yeah you know I got them both Beat your ass black and blue I was barely getting pretty woman Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter, Fendi denim, like a slender nigga Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender Selling reefer, even Gregory, I'm on my dinner So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender? I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small vault Niggas make your wheels and ride until they fall off Yeah, Ross!
[Chorus] [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]Well alright All black Maybach, I'm sitting in an asshole Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on ex, how that cash roll? That's right, them mills dew like damp clothes I eat your meal too We don't feel you And we be strapping up like the Navy Seals 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 Actin' Tinactin I'm running this shit, you should try tackling Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate You see the B.I.G., you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him The Kurt Cobain, the Andre 3 Stacks And then I'm back to doing shit like I do's in Maybach music
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