maybach music vi
rick ross
gliding through the city to my place
it feels like we're floating up in outer space
you can find me in my maybach
listening to shit from way back
these niggas switching the topic
your label labeled 'erotic'
but really it's barely modest
couldn't sign me if you niggas was paying homage
convicted you with the verdict
come hit you up for the murder
i peeped soon as i heard it
these niggas be talkin' shooter
but quick to send they attorney
is it really real? candy lady allure
versace down to the drawers
you know they tapin' our calls
but they conversation's short
new accolades with women for me to toss
they call it 'the road to riches'
they say i live in a bubble
we poppin' all through the summer
got the pilots and gunners
my pockets playin' for keeps
g's get more than what's common
the passion came from the pain
i'm painting you all my sins
art basel how it's so soft
more raw till hova cut the fro off
gliding through the city to my place
it feels like we're floating up in outer space
you can find me in my maybach
listening to shit from way back
to where your heart desire
i put your heart in drive
my feet on top the clouds
she got them soft pussy lips
second hand smoke got her vision falling cloudy
them bitches started drowning
on the ride of a lifetime
coming down from the night sky like a lightening rod
nice fives like a kite flying
we replace it with a lifeline
out our clothes and our right minds
ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise
gliding through the city to my place
it feels like we're floating up in outer space
you can find me in my maybach
listening to shit from way back
gliding through the city to my place
it feels like we're floating up in outer space