[Sample:]
Come & take a ride.
Come & take a ride.
[Rick Ro$$:]
Billionaire
Yayo.
(Justice League)
[Rick Ro$$:]
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, blowin' seed up
Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule
Look at me, a model now
Models & bottles 'round
A Blood holla' ballin'
But the boys in blue, they shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the n***as I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss)
Some things 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 signs to fear (Ro$$!)
I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah
This Maybach Music, designer sh** I wear
May 'cause you to lose it
Close your eyes & inhale the smoke
It's Maybach Music, the realest sh** I wrote, n***a!
5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach Music, the realest sh** I wrote
Boss!
[Jay-Z:]
Young!
f** it then.
[Jay-Z:]
Black Maybach, white seats, black pipin'
Remind me of Paul McCartney & Mike fightin'
You know, +The Girl Is Mine+
+Life's A b**h+, so +The Whole World Is Mine+
The 6 deuce long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Pica**o, Rembrandts & Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40 40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They said it was not so
Certain things that money can't buy
Like bein' this fly
'Til then I'm just gonna' ride!
I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my +Final Destination+
& the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah
Say a +Prayer+, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here, baby, yeah!
But I don't see the endin' through these millionaire lenses
Just the 2 M's on the emblem
The partition roof, translucent & Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, 2 I store!
True story, my closet is like 2 stories
Cut to the happy ending 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel back.
You feel that?
Young! Come on!
[Jay-Z:]
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back!
Realest sh** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8 track episodes, been doin' this since way back!
[Rick Ro$$:]
Boss!
Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake.
[Rick Ro$$:]
They pinchin' pennies, while I'm musclin' for meals
& the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack
Crab & lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters, got'cha!
Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or 2, so many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a k**er's Intuition
Holdin' on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
Waitin' 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 k**ers comin' 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, ma**age for frauds
I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
In the +k**in' Field+ of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped & dropped!
I'm The Boss!