Rick Ross - Maybach Music II lyrics

[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: Kanye West] Martin Louie the King Jr Starting all that stunting is gonna ruin you If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone With the Grey Poupon, anything '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 getting no s** tonight And a lap dance'll prob'ly be a blessing, right? So all the sh** you talking, 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, 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: 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 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 [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Well Alright All-black Maybach I'm sitting in the a**hole Cla**y as a mother still gutta like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on Ex how the cash roll That's right the mills do like damp clothes I eat your meal too we don't feel you And we be strapping up like the Navy Seal do Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin I'm running this sh**, you should try tackling 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 doing sh** like I do's in Maybach music [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