Maybach Music 2 (feat. T-Pain, Lil Wayne & Kanye West)

Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach Can you believe that? Who You gotta see it 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music Martin, Louiee the King Junior Startin' all that stunti' is gonna ruin ya B I was a lie, he probably had a two-tone With the great poop on, anything that Ye poop on Will explode, 'cause I am the shit and this is my kamol Oh oh that it go Talkin' 'bout how your boys clothes extra tight I just remembered that my lime light extra bright I hit the Strip Club as girls get extra hype You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke We know who not gettin' no sex tonight And a lap dance will probably be a blessin' right So all this shit you talkin' dead, Coffin Like the weed coffin New Crib: Lofton Where is that? Austin Where is that? Texas What's in front: Benzes What else? Lexus Well whose Maybach is this? Mr. West's Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach Can you believe that? Who You gotta see it 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music Boss Kush burn like controlium Crib need custodians Shades in all shades B's made of rodium Used to be the - Smoke Hoe's call it - Low Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo 57, 62 Tell me how you wanna move Yeah you know I got them both Beat your ass black and blue I was barely gettin' pretty women Now I scoop any winners like Kitty Litter Any winner fended denim like a slender nigger Lookin' in the mirror I can see the real contender Sellin' reeffer even Gregory I'm on my dinner So what the fuck are you tellin' me other than your gender? I'm a boss and I ride them like a small Vogue Niggers make you wheels and ride them until they fall off Yeah, Ross Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach Can you believe that? Who You gotta see it 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music All black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole Classy as a mother still gutter as a bad ball Benjamin Franklin on ex how that cash roll That's right, them mills do like damp clothes I eat your meal too, we don't feel you And we be strappin' up like the Navy Seal do Sweet as banana split everytime I peel through Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too Watchin' TV in the Maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like tough actin' ten actin' I'm runnin' this shit, you should try tacklin' Lil' Wayne in one word: Immaculate You see the Big, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him The Kurt Cobain and Andre Three Stacks then I'm back to doing shit like I do Sing Maybach Music Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach Whatever I sing now homie I'm a Maybach Can you believe that? Who You gotta see it 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win, you all niggers can't take that Listen to my Maybach Music, to my Maybach Music