Maybach Music 2 (feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne & T-Pain)
(T-pain) 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. 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
(Kanye West) Martin Luie the King Junior Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh B I was a lie, he probly had 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 dyke 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's that Texas, What’s in front Benzes, what else Lexus, Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West’s
(T-pain) 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. 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
(Rick Ross) 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 is yuh tellin me other than your gender Im the boss and im ridin em like a small four Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of Yea, ROSS
(T-pain) 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. 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
(Weezy) Well alright, haha All Black, Maybach im sittin in the asshole Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bowl 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 banana 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 shit, you should try tacklin Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate You see the Biggie, See the Jada, 2 Pac, and him The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks, And then im back to doin shitt Like i do sing Maybach Musik
(T-pain) 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. 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