Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maybach Music, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Maybach Music |
| Sweeeeeeeeeeet! |
| Ha-ha-ha! |
| Come and take a ride |
| Come and take a ride |
| Billionaire |
| Yayo |
| JUSTICE LEAGUE |
| 57 years, yes! |
| Blood for a D-Boy |
| Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record |
| Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal |
| Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule |
| Look at me, a model now |
| Models and bottles 'round |
| A Blood holla', ballin' |
| But the boys in blue, shot 'em down |
| Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted |
| 'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo |
| Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental |
| 400 off the lot, the block is monumental |
| Some things 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 signs to fear (ROSS!) |
| I’m higher than a leer / Aaliyah |
| This Maybach music, designer shit I wear |
| May cause you to lose it Close your eyes and inhale the smoke |
| It’s Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga! |
| 5 ounces, take a toke |
| Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote |
| BOSS! |
| YOUNG! |
| F**k it then! |
| Black Maybach, white seas, 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 |
| The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn |
| Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco’s |
| I’m a major player, 40−40's in Vegas at the Palazzo |
| They said it was not so Certain things that money can’t buy |
| Like being this fly |
| 'Til then, I’m just gonna’ride! |
| I’m like G-Rap with better transportation |
| On the road to the riches, reach my (Final Destination) |
| And the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah |
| Say a Prayer, hope I get ta’see her |
| When I disappear from here — baby, yeah! |
| But I don’t see the ending through these millionaire lenses |
| Just the Two M’s on the emblem |
| The partition roof, translucent and Humador |
| Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades — two I store! |
| True story, my closet is like two stories |
| Cut 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, chillin’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, chillin’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 |
| They pinching pennies, while I’m muscling for meals |
| And the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill |
| Stuffed shells — thanks to crack, I crack |
| Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters |
| Imposters — got cha! |
| Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony |
| Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me I bulletproofed the Maybach |
| Got a killer’s intuition |
| Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition |
| Waiting 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 symbolize |
| The hustle for young killers coming 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 |
| Menagin’black broads, massage for frauds |
| I’m livin’large, sellin’fat rocks |
| In the Killin’Field of hip-hop |
| Runnin’up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped! |
| I’m The Boss! |