[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
Can you believe it? You gotta see it
Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now, n***as can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Martin, Louie the King Jr
Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you
If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone
With the Grey Poupon, anythin' 'Ye poop on
Will explode cause I am the sh** and this is my commode
Uh-oh, there they go
Talkin' 'bout how your boy's clothes extra-tight
I just remembered that my limelight 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 gettin' no s** tonight
And a lap dance'll prob'ly be a blessin', right?
So all the sh** you talkin', dead, coffin
Light the weed, coughin', new crib, loft in
Where it's at? Austin, Where is that? Texas
What's in front? Benzes, What else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's
[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
Can you believe it? You gotta see it
Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now, n***as can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Boss, kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians
Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium
Used to be the Oldsmo hoes call it oh lo
Now I got so many horses b**hes call me Polo
57, 62: tell me how you wanna move
Yeah you know I got them both, beat your a** black and blue
I was barely gettin' pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter Fendi denim like a slender n***a
Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender
Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner
So what the f** is ya tellin' me other than your gender?
I'm a boss and I'm ridin' like a small vault
n***as make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off, yeah, Ross
[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
Can you believe it? You gotta see it
Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now, n***as can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Well alright, all-black Maybach I'm sittin' in the a**hole
Cla**y as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on Ex how that cash roll
That's right, the 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' Tinactin
I'm runnin' this sh**, you should try tacklin'
Lil Wayne in one word, immaculate
You see the Big, you see the Jay, the Tu-pack in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
And then I'm back to doin' sh** like I do's in Maybach music
[Hook: T-Pain]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
Can you believe it? You gotta see it
Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause I'm in it to win now, n***as can't take that
Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music