Maybach Music 2

(album: Deeper Than Rap - 2009)

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Can you believe that? 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 Luetta King. Jr, starting
All that stunting is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie, he probably had a two tone
With the gray poupon, anything yay poupon

We'll explode 'cause I'm 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 sex 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 loughting

Where it's at, Austin? Where's that, Texas?
What's in front, Benzes? What else, Lexus?
Well, whose Maybach is this, Mr. Westses

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Can you believe that? 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 controlium, grim mean custodians
Shades or no shades, Bs made of rhodium
Used to be the oldsmo, hoes call it oh lo
Now I got so many horses bitches call me polo
57 62, tell me how ya wanna move
Yeah, 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

Selling reefer 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
Yeah, Ross

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Can you believe that? 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 gutta like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin, no X in the cash row
That's right, the mills do like damn close
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 TV in the Maybach, in traffic
I'm on my feet like tough acting tinacting
I'm run in this shit, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word immaculing

You see the Big, 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 say Maybach music

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
Can you believe that? 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