Maybach Music (feat. JAY-Z)

What is this?

Maybach music

I like this Maybach music

Sweet

(Come and take a ride

Come and take a

Come and take a ride)

Billionaire, yeah yo

(Justice league, justice league)

57, yes, yes, good for a D-boy

Hand my MAC-11 to the engineer to record

Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on

Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowin' weed up

Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal

Colombia to Mexico, I figured was a better route

Look at me, a model now, models and them bottles 'round

A blood holler, "Ballin'," but the boys in blue, they shot 'em down

Gang-affiliated colors prosecutors painted

'Cause the **** I employed name synonymous with mayhem

Instrumentals that are mental, Maybach kind of metal

400 off the lot, the block is monumental (Boss)

Some things your money can't buy

Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride

In the rear, so many instruments I hear

Tucked behind curtain, no sign to fear

I'm higher than a Lear, this Maybach music

Designer shit I wear, make hoes lose it (Boss)

Close your eyes and inhale the smoke

It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, ****

Buy an ounce, take a toke

Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote

Boss

It's Young

Fuck it then

Black Maybach, white seats, black piping

Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting

You know, The Girl is Mine

Life's a bitch so the whole world is mine

It's six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn

Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rothkos

I'm a major player, 40/40 in Vegas at the Palazzo

They said it was not so

Certain things your money can't buy

Like being this fly, till then, I'm just gon' ride

I'm like G rap with better transportation

On the road to the riches, reach my final destination

In the Lear, closer to Aaliyah, say a prayer

Hope I get to see her when I disappear from here, baby, yeah

But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses

Just the two Ms on the emblem

The partition roof, translucent and humidor

Refrigerators, where Ace of Spades or two I store

True story, my closet is like two stories

Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories

Shawn Corey, real rap

The Maybach is bananas, peel back

You feel that?

Young, c'mon

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach

8-track episodes been doing this since way back

Since way back, since way back

8-track episodes been doing this since way back

Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach

8-track episodes been doing this since way back

Since way back, since way back

8-track episodes been doing this since way back

Boss, can't be stopped now

We got too much cake, huh

They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for mills

Then that muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill

Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack crab and lobster

Not all mobsters imposters (Gotcha)

Boy, I got an eagle view, standing on my balcony

Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me

I bulletproofed my Maybach, got a killer's intuition

Holding on that MAC-11, Makaveli premonition

Waitin' on my Suge Knight, one nation under God

Since I chose a thug's life guess I gotta play my part

Never will I die, my name symbolized

The hustle for young killers comin' from the other side

Some things your money can't buy

Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride

I'm large, my black car, ménagin' black broads

Massage for frauds, I'm living large, my fat rocks

It's eat to kill in the field of hip-hop

Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped, and dropped

I'm the boss