Maybach Music 2

Realest shit I ever wrote,

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,

Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.

And I don’t plan on goin broke

Put that on my Maybach

Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that

Listen to my Maybach Music,

To my Maybach Music

Martin Luie the King Junior

Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh

If B.I. was alive, he'd probly have a 2 tone

With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on

Will explode, cuz I am the shit and

This is my commode, uh oh there they go

Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight

I just remembered that my lime light extra bright

I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype

You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike

We know who not getting no sex tonight

And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?

So all that shit you talking dead, coffin,

Like the weed coughin, new crib Loftin

Where it’s at, Austin, where is that Texas,

What’s in front Benzes, what else Lexus,

Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West’s

Realest shit I ever wrote,

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,

Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.

And I don’t plan on goin broke

Put that on my Maybach

Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that

Listen to my Maybach Music,

To my Maybach Music

Boss

Kush burn like petroleum, crib need custodians

Shades or no shades, bees made of rhodium

Used to be the O-Smoke hoes call it O-Lo

Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo

Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move

Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue

I was barely getting pretty women,

now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter

Any winner fended in em like a slender nigga

Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender

Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner

So what the fuck was you tellin me other than your gender

Im the boss and im ridin em like a small valt

Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of

Yea, ROSS

Realest shit I ever wrote,

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,

Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.

And I don’t plan on goin broke

Put that on my Maybach

Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that

Listen to my Maybach Music,

To my Maybach Music

Well alright, haha

All Black, Maybach im sittin in the asshole

Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bow

Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll

Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes

I eatcha meal to, we dont feel you

ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS do

Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through

Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too

Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic

I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin

I'm runnin this ish, you should try tacklin

Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate

You see the Biggie, See the Jay, the 2 Pac in him

The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,

And then im back to doin shitt

Like i do sing Maybach Musik

Realest shit I ever wrote,

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,

Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.

And I don’t plan on goin pro

Put that on my Maybach

Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that

Listen to my Maybach Music,

To my Maybach Music