maybach music

rick ross

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what is this?

i like this maybach music

sweeeeeeeeeeet!

ha-ha-ha!

come and take a ride

come and take a ride

billionaire

yayo

justice league

57 years

yes!

blood for a d-boy

hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record

got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on

double deck yacht

docked boss

blowing weed up

revenue incredible

it put me on a pedestal

columbia to mexico

i figure there was a better rule

look at me

a model now

models and bottles 'round

a blood holla'

ballin'

but the boys in blue

shot 'em down

gang-affiliated

colors prosecutors painted

'cause the niggas i employed

name synonymous with mi-yayo

instrumental that are mental

maybach kind of mental

400 off the lot

the block is monumental

some things money can't buy

like heaven in the sky

even a better ride

in the rear

so many instruments i hear

tucked behind curtain

no signs to fear

i'm higher than a leer / aaliyah

this maybach music

designer shit i wear

may cause you to lose it

close your eyes and inhale the smoke

it's maybach music

the realest shit i wrote

nigga!

5 ounces

take a toke

of this maybach music

the realest shit i wrote

boss!

young!

f**k it then!

black maybach

white seas

black piping

remind me of paul mccartney and mike fighting

you know

the girl is mine

life's a bitch+

so the whole world is mine

the six-deuce long

the curtains are drawn

perfectly like a picasso

rembrandts and rocco's

i'm a major player

40-40's in vegas at the palazzo

they said it was not so

certain things that money can't buy

like being this fly

'til then

i'm just gonna' ride!

i'm like g-rap with better transportation

on the road to the riches

reach my

and the lair

closer to a leer / aaliyah

say a prayer

hope i get ta' see her

when i disappear from here - baby

yeah!

but i don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses

just the two m's on the emblem

the partition roof

translucent and humador

where refrigerators

where ace of spades - two i store!

true story

my closet is like two stories

cut to the happy ending

'cause i don't do stories

shawn corey

real rap

the maybach is bananas

peel back!

you feel that?

young! c'mon!

realest shit i ever wrote

chillin' in my maybach

8-track episodes

been doing this since way back

since way back

since way back

8-track episodes

been doing this since way back!

realest shit i ever wrote

chillin' in my maybach

8-track episodes

been doing this since way back

since way back

since way back

8-track episodes

been doing this since way back!

boss!

can't be stopped now

we got too much cake

they pinching pennies

while i'm muscling for meals

and the muscle be that muzzle

when i stuff it in your grill

stuffed shells - thanks to crack

i crack

crab and lobsters

not all mobsters

imposters - got cha!

boy

i got an eagle view

slanted on my balcony

can only stay a week or two

so many people out for me

i bulletproofed the maybach

got a killer's intuition

holding on that mack 11

makaveli premonition

waiting on my suge knight

one nation under god

since i chose a thug's life

guess i gotta' play my part

never will i die

my name symbolize

the hustle for young killers coming from the other side

some things your money can't buy

like heaven in the sky

even a better ride

i'm large

my black car

menagin' black broads

massage for frauds

i'm livin' large

sellin' fat rocks

in the killin' field of hip-hop

runnin' up on the car

you get popped

mopped and dropped!

i'm the boss!