Rick Ross - Maybach Music 2.5 lyrics

[Hook: T-Pain] Hey! Realest sh** I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa) You gotta see it, hey! 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 [Pusha T, talking] Ross, what up? It's your neighbourhood Pusha Re-Up Gang Records, one half of the Clipse A.K.A one half of the best duo ever Haha, check it out [Verse 1: Pusha T] You can't see my eyes in these evidence noirs Six seventy-five, the frames by Lou Vuitton Reality bites as the curtain is drawn Then it's off to Neverland with t-shirt and don I was at the six deuce, waiting for the Maybach Cooking up two in a cue, just so I can make back Looking for my fortune in a pot, Pat Sajak Now I'm in the back seat, beach chair, laid back Play cloths brought a million to my door Yeah that baby's mine, every rapper's beggin' for Life as I know it is penthouses and pitfalls More jealous drivers and fed time, collect calls They took the family in Oh Nine, let's slow grind When the time is given we'll unveil the gold mine Till the casket drops, it's show time! [Pusha T, talking] [Hook: T-Pain] [Rick Ross, talking] Can I talk? [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Hoes gettin' arrested, foes get molested Dough still invested, my dope pause pregnant The black one is Oprah, call my blue Habo I crack slice Oprah, bulletproof the car door Shoes called loafers, chrome forgiatos I do it like Oprah - give away auto Send them like Sosa, heavenly father ??? Shortie caught the train, or she at the cabbie Now she on the plain, flying out to my cabin My game so elaborate, texture, fabric, soda, the dresses She's the best in the pageant Pa**ion of Christ, my fashion is ice Everyday I'm hustling, pa** me the dice ..Nice [Hook: T-Pain]