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Rick Ross - Maybach Music IV ft. Ne-Yo (God Forgives, I Don't)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Ne-Yo
Ne-Yo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Kenneth Bartolomei
Kenneth Bartolomei
Songwriter
Shaffer Smith
Shaffer Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Moses Gallart
Moses Gallart
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's no finales around here, baby
No finales
[Verse 2]
Yeah, such a breath of fresh air
Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear'
Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
Or bring it back tomorrow, that's a lease that disappear
Count new money, peelin' out a venue
New Maybach after it was discontinued
Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
[Verse 3]
Maybach IV, the allure that I adore
Oil Money Gang, we got ones in the floor
See me on the wood, ****, pause at the game
Two mill, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
Started on a corner, ****, didn't have a coin
Playin' my position for a club that I can join
Never in the draft, but that boy know he goin'
[Verse 4]
Throw me a bone, get me a brick
That's on the Quran, I'ma go and get the chips
Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
She's showin' some potential, so we takin' trips
****, assets last while memories fade
I'ma patch that ass, I don't get paid
I'm a Mike Tyson type of typewriter sniper
Double M lifer till a **** pay the piper
[Verse 5]
I love when the beat dip
Same way I love to see a key flip
Go and pay your mama house off
Get sucked off, shorty, wipe your mouth off
I'm alive, you could never write the South off
Southpaw, box a **** like a outlaw
Quick thinker, big better, shut your mouth, boy
Black chips, gold bottles, ship it out raw
Pullin' up slow, look at that boy
Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the G's with me, Maybach, Eazy-E
[Verse 6]
The good times don't last long
Just rewind the last song
We all shared some great times
As I read some great rhymes
[Verse 7]
What we does is what dreams are made of
Come and get your love, all of this love, ay
[Verse 8]
Five hundred for the car that I got on the strip
That's another hunnid what I got on my wrist
Eight hunnid for the jar that I'm 'bout to twist
It's a female strand, you know life's a bitch
As I get high with my curtains to the side
Aged like fine wine, ambitions, they never die
**** get abused like boys at Penn State
Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate
[Verse 9]
Dream, everything we are
Life that we're livin', baby, it's ours
Dream, money, homes and cars
Baby, that's a given, I'm talkin' 'bout every fantasy
Be good, real with me
So don't miss somethin' more, ay
Baby, come with me and live a dream
[Verse 10]
Ooh
It's a whole 'nother different element right
It's Maybach Roman numeral IV
Couldn't fathom this, you couldn't imagine this
You can't produce this, you won't reproduce this
[Verse 11]
I'll be dreamin' of you, yeah
I'll be dreamin' of you, yeah
You'll be makin' it come true
I'll be dreamin' of you
Oh
Oh
I'll be dreamin' of you, yeah
I'll be dreamin' of you, yeah
You'll be makin' it come true
Rosé
I'll be dreamin' of you
[Verse 12]
Yes, sir
This is L.A. Reid
Come and  make it come true
It takes a boss to know a boss
It takes greatness to recognize greatness
Ricky Ross, the boss
Maybach IV
Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Kevin Crowe, Shaffer Smith, William Roberts
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