Music Box Studios, Atlanta, GA - Maybach Music IV lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] It's no finales around here, baby No finales [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Yeah, such a breath of fresh air Get a blow job, have a seizure on a Lear Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear Count new money, peelin' out a venue New Maybach after it was discontinued Never question mine, my mind is so inventive Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives Maybach IV the allure that I adore All money game, we got ones in the floor See me on the wood, n***a, pause at the game Two mil, the j**els, no flaws, ask them lames Bow to the boss in the presence of a don Started on the corner, n***a, didn't have a coin Playin' my position for a club that I can join Never in the draft, but that boy know he goin' Throw me a bomb, get me a brick That's on the Quran, I'mma go and get the chips Go and get a rental, I got a cute b**h She's showin' some potential, so we takin' trips n***a, a**ets last while memories fade I'mma bust that a**, I don't get paid I'm a Mike Tyson typer, typewriter sniper Double M life 'til a n***a pay the piper I love when the beat dip Same way I love to see a ki' flip Go and pay your mama house off Get s**ed off, shawty wipe your mouth off I'm alive, you could never write the South off South paw, box a n***a off like a outlaw Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth boy Black chips, gold bottles, ship it out raw Pullin' up slow, look at that boy Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me All the G's with me, Maybach Eazy-E [Interlude: Rick Ross] The good times don't last long Just rewind the last song We all shared some great times As I read some great rhymes [Hook: Ne-Yo] What we does, is what dreams are made of Come and get your love, all of this love [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 500 for the car that I got on the strip That's another 100, what I got on my wrist 800 for the jar that I'm about to twist It's a female strand, you know life's a b**h As I get high, move my curtains to the side Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die n***as get abused like boys at Penn State Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate [Hook: Ne-Yo] Dreams, everything that we are The life that we're living, baby it's ours Dreams, money, homes, and cars Baby that's a given, I'm talking about every fantasy Be good real with me, still don't mean something Baby come with me and live the dream [Outro: Rick Ross & Ne-Yo & LA Reid] It's a whole 'nother different element It's Maybach Roman numeral four You couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you You'll be making it come true I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you I'll be dreaming of you You'll be making it come true I'll be dreaming of you Yes sir This is LA Reid Come and make it come true It takes a boss to know a boss It takes greatness to recognize greatness Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV