Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maybach Music VI, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 14.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Maybach Music VI |
| Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic |
| All dick-riders, your label labeled 'erotic' |
| You got a couple dollars, but really it’s barely modest |
| Couldn’t sign me if you niggas was paying homage |
| Playing both sides, convicted you with the verdict |
| Pay a lil' rider, come hit you up for the murder |
| Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it |
| These niggas be talkin' shooter, but quick to send they attorney |
| Is it really real? |
| Candy Lady allure |
| Money overboard, the kilos washin' ashore |
| Pains on the boy, Versace down to the drawers |
| Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin' our calls |
| Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed |
| Talkin' long money, but they conversation’s short |
| New accolades with women for me to toss |
| They call it 'the road to riches', regardless I had to walk |
| Now it’s too many cars, they say I live in a bubble |
| But I make the point, we poppin' all through the summer |
| Got the pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters |
| My pockets playin' for keeps, G’s get more than what’s common |
| I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent |
| The passion came from the pain, I’m painting you all my sins |
| Warhol, Art Basel how it’s so soft |
| More raw till Hova cut the fro off |
| Gliding through the city to my place (My place) |
| It feels like we’re floating up in outer space |
| (And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach |
| Listening to shit from way back (Maybach music) |
| Oh, ha, Maybach Music |
| Let’s go for a ride, to where your heart desire |
| I put your heart in drive, I’ll let you borrow mine |
| My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles |
| She got them soft pussy lips, call it cotton mouth |
| And I’m on auto pilot, got a larger closet |
| I’m at target practice, you at Target shopping |
| Second hand smoke got her vision falling cloudy |
| Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drowning |
| On the ride of a lifetime |
| Watch out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons |
| So Triple H, my God, I’m so sky high |
| Coming down from the night sky like a lightening rod |
| Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flying |
| No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline |
| Out of body feeling, out our clothes and our right minds |
| Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise, yeah, yeah |
| Gliding through the city to my place (My place) |
| It feels like we’re floating up in outer space |
| (And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach |
| Listening to shit from way back (Maybach music) |
| Oh, ha, Maybach Music |
| Gliding through the city to my place (My place) |
| It feels like we’re floating up in outer space |
| (And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music |