Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maybach Music IV, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Maybach Music IV |
| Yea, 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, peeling 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 |
| Maybach IV the allure that I adore |
| All money game, we got ones in the floor |
| See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game |
| Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames |
| Bow to the boss in the presence of a don |
| Started on the corner nigga, didn’t have a coin |
| Playing my position for a club that I can join |
| Never in the draft, but that boy know he going |
| 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 showing some potential, so we taking trips |
| Nigga, assets last while memories fade |
| I’ma, fetch that ass I don’t get paid |
| I’m a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper |
| Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper |
| 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 |
| South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw |
| Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha? |
| Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw |
| Pulling 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 |
| The good times don’t last long |
| Just rewind the last song |
| We all shared some great times |
| As I read some great rhymes |
| What we does, is what dreams are made of |
| Come and get your love, all of this love |
| 500 for the car that I got on the strip |
| That’s another 100, what I got on my wrist |
| 800 for the jar that I’m about to twist |
| It’s a female strand, you know life’s a bitch |
| As I get high, move my curtains to the side |
| Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die |
| Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State |
| Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate |
| Dreams, everything that we are |
| The life that we’re living, baby it’s ours |
| Dreams, money, homes, and cars |
| Baby that’s a given, I’m talking about every fantasy |
| Be good real with me, don’t miss something good, oh |
| Baby come with me and live the dream |
| It’s a whole 'nother different element |
| It’s Maybach roman numeral four |
| You couldn’t fathom this, you couldn’t imagine this |
| You can’t produce this, you won’t reproduce this |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| You’ll be making it come true |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| You’ll be making it come true |
| I’ll be dreaming of you |
| Yessir |
| This is LA Reid |
| It takes a boss to know a boss |
| It takes greatness to recognize greatness |
| Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV |