Maybach Music 2

Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Martin Louis the King Jr. Starting, all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya B.I. was alive he probably had a two tone With the Grey Poupon Anything yay poop on Will explode Cause I am the shit and this is my commode Uh oh there they go Talking about how ya boy clothes extra tight I just remember 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*x tonight And a lap dance will probably be a blessing right. So all the shit you talking dead, coffin Light the weed coughing, new crib loftin' Where it's at? Austin, where's that? Texas What's in front? Benz's, what else? Lexus Well who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach Cause I'm 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 in all shades These made erodium Use to be the Oldsmo Hoes call it oh low Now I got so many horses Bitches call me Polo 5762 tell me how ya wanna move Yea you know I got them both, Beat your ass black and blue I was barely getting pretty women Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter Any winter Fendi denim like a slender nigga Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner So what the fuck is ya telling me other than your gender I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small fault, Niggas make your wheels and ride 'til they fall off yea Ross! Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music Well alright, All black Maybach I'm sitting in the asshole Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl Benjamin Franklin on x how the cash row That's right them mill due like damn clothes I eat ya mill too We don't feel you And we be strapping up like the navy seal do Sweet as banana split every time I peel through, Fresher than will smith and uncle Phil too Watching T-V in the Maybach in traffic, I'm on my feet like tough acting Tinactin I'm running this shit You should try tackling, Lil Wayne in one word immaculate, You see the Biggie, you see the Jay, the Tupac in him, The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks And then I'm back to doing shit like I do sing Maybach music Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out homie I'ma make back Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it I don't plan on going broke put that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music --- Maybach Music 2 - Kanye West, Lil Wayne, T-Pain and Rick Ross