Maybach Music 2 (Feat. Kanye West, Lil Wayne And T-Pain)

Chorus: T-Pain

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie imma make back

HEY!

Can you believe that?

You gotta see it

HEY!

I don't plan on goin through

With that on my Maybach

Cause I'm in it to win

Y'all niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To My Maybach music

Verse 1: Kanye West

Martin Louis King Jr.

Startin man all that stunt is gone ruin ya.

If B.I. was alive

He prolly have tha two-tone

With the grey poupon

Anything 'Ye poop on will explode

Cause I am the shit

and this is my commode

Uh-oh! There dey go

Talkin bout how ya boy clothes extra tight

I just remembered 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 gettin sex tonight

And a lapdance'll prolly be a blessin right?

So all thats hit you talkin dead, coffin

Like the weed, coughin

New crib, loft and

Where's dat Austin?

Where's dat Texas?

What's in front?

Benzes

What else?

Lexus

Well who's Maybach is that?

Mr. West's

Chorus: T-Pain

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie imma make back

HEY!

Can you believe that?

You gotta see it

HEY!

I don't plan on goin through

With that on my Maybach

Cause I'm in it to win

Y'all niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To My Maybach music

Verse 2: Rick Ross

BOSS

Kush look like petroleum

Crib need custodians

Shades in all shades

These need arodium

Used to be the oldsmo

Hoes call it olo

Now i got so many horses bitches call me Polo

57-62 tell me how you wanna move

Yeah you know i got em both

Beat cha ass black and blue

I was barely gettin pretty women

Now i scoop any winner like kitty litter

Any winner

Fendi denim like a slender nigga

Lookin in the mirror

I can see the real contender

Celery for even Gregory

I am on my dinner

So what the fuck is you tellin me besides ya gender?

Imma boss and i'm ridin like a small vault

Niggas make ya wheels ride till they fall off

ROSS!

Chorus: T-Pain

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie imma make back

HEY!

Can you believe that?

You gotta see it

HEY!

I don't plan on goin through

With that on my Maybach

Cause I'm in it to win

Y'all niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To My Maybach music

Verse 3: Lil Wayne

We'll Alright

All black Maybach

I'm sittin in the asshole

Classy as a mutha

Still gutta as a bad blow

Benjamin Franklin

On X how dat cash roll

Dats right them bills

Due like damn clothes

I eat cha meal too

We don't feel you

And we be strappin up

Like them Navy Seals 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 Tinactin

I'm runnin this shit

You should try tacklin

Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant!

You see the Biggie

See the Jada to Packin him

And Curt Cobain

And Andre 3 stacks

And then I'm back doing shit how I do

In Maybach music

Chorus: T-Pain

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie imma make back

HEY!

Can you believe that?

You gotta see it

HEY!

I don't plan on goin through

With that on my Maybach

Cause I'm in it to win

Y'all niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To My Maybach music