| Yea, such a breath of fresh air
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| Get a blowjob, have a seizure on a Lear
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| Or get a new car, I could lease it for a year
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| Or bring it back tomorrow, that’s a lease that disappear
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| Count new money, peeling out a venue
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| New Maybach after it was discontinued
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| Never question mine, my mind is so inventive
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| Quadrupled my net worth and threw in a few incentives
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| Maybach IV the allure that I adore
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| All money game, we got ones in the floor
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| See me on the wood, nigga, pause at the game
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| Two mil, the jewels, no flaws, ask them lames
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| Bow to the boss in the presence of a don
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| Started on the corner nigga, didn’t have a coin
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| Playing my position for a club that I can join
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| Never in the draft, but that boy know he going
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| Throw me a bone, get me a brick
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| That’s on the Quran I’ma go and get the chips
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| Go and get a rental, I got a cute bitch
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| She’s showing some potential, so we taking trips
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| Nigga, assets last while memories fade
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| I’ma, fetch that ass I don’t get paid
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| I’m a Mike Tyson type of, typewriter sniper
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| Double M life 'til a nigga pay the piper
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| I love when the beat dip
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| Same way I love to see a key flip
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| Go and pay your mama house off
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| Get sucked off, shorty wipe your mouth off
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| I’m alive, you could never write the South off
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| South paw, box a nigga like a outlaw
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| Quick thinker, big better shut your mouth, wha?
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| Black chips, gold bottles ship it out raw
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| Pulling up slow, look at that boy
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| Young B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
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| Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
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| All the g’s with me, Maybach Eazy-E
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| The good times don’t last long
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| Just rewind the last song
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| We all shared some great times
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| As I read some great rhymes
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| What we does, is what dreams are made of
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| Come and get your love, all of this love
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| 500 for the car that I got on the strip
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| That’s another 100, what I got on my wrist
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| 800 for the jar that I’m about to twist
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| It’s a female strand, you know life’s a bitch
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| As I get high, move my curtains to the side
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| Age like fine wine, ambitions they never die
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| Niggas get abused like boys at Penn State
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| Greatest that ever did it, decided my own fate
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| Dreams, everything that we are
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| The life that we’re living, baby it’s ours
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| Dreams, money, homes, and cars
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| Baby that’s a given, I’m talking about every fantasy
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| Be good real with me, don’t miss something good, oh
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| Baby come with me and live the dream
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| It’s a whole 'nother different element
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| It’s Maybach roman numeral four
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| You couldn’t fathom this, you couldn’t imagine this
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| You can’t produce this, you won’t reproduce this
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| You’ll be making it come true
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| You’ll be making it come true
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| I’ll be dreaming of you
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| Yessir
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| This is LA Reid
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| It takes a boss to know a boss
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| It takes greatness to recognize greatness
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| Ricky Ross, the boss, Maybach IV |