Maybach Music 2

(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 
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  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