Busta Rhymes - Maybach Music II (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Maybach music Maybach music II remix Let me warn you now Maybach music III Teflon Don, coming soon We the best! [Hook: T-Pain] Realest sh** I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back Can you believe it? (Ooooh) You gotta see it (Yay) Cause I don't plan on going 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: Jay Z] Smell like summertime to me First one to cop I'm the Maybach muse First one in the coup I'm on my third six deuce White guts, black Benz I call that b**h affirmative action Oreo, the Obama Curtains drawn they can't see me Osama Cashmere throws that's a splash of cla** SC initials on the Tiffany gla** I guess only initial Maybach I was way too official they ain't call Jay back I'm just a bully I apologize And if you were to ask I probably would've lied This feather, no pressure As my mind reclines on white leathers I think back to my first Maybach Baby blue sides I call her my Similac Six deuce every time, I never had the Heinz Fifty seven can' catch up to mines No diss to Ricky this his song But everybody know this the sh** that I've been on No pops, no four point o's So no partitions a no no for HOV I'm just a top drawn Pent house every time I'm a top floor n***a As I drift off further Chauffeur serves the city's observers Oohs and aahs they know who's inside Though I never touch the wheel I won't lose my drive Oohs and aahs they know who's inside On the path that we choose I won't lose my stride [Hook: T-Pain] Realest sh** I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back Can you believe it? (Ooooh) You gotta see it (Yay) Cause I don't plan on going 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: Busta Rhymes] Talk about, something that's supersedes greatest Undisputed hands down been one of the best you get it Future Maybach prototypes worldwide web balling it Hotel sized cribs imported marvel every floor Butlerettes in every room, maids in every corridor Distance to the other side of the crib is so long It reminds me of a city block walk to the corner store Unimaginable raw Conveyor belts built in the ground to move around f** a n***a walking for No longer cut the coke I know the people want the pure I can read what n***a think f** you even talking for Unimaginable wealth Its raining paper, playing golf with politicians and my dignitary neighbors You smell that money on me, get to inhaling the vapors [?] proof in a situation could phase us Its obvious I'm back to lyrical saviors [Hook: T-Pain] Realest sh** I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back Can you believe it? (Ooooh) You gotta see it (Yay) Cause I don't plan on going 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: Rick Ross] 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 Yea you know I got them both, beat your a** black and blue I was barely getting pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter Fendi denim like a slender n***a Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender Celery for Eben Gregory I'm on my dinner So what the f** is ya telling me other than your gender I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small vault n***as make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off Yea, Ross [Hook: T-Pain] Realest sh** I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homey I'mma make back Can you believe it? (Ooooh) You gotta see it (Yay) Cause I don't plan on going 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