Maybach Music 2

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Hey!

Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, Ima make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh -ooh
You gotta see it (Hey!)
Cause I dont plan on goin broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause Im in it to win now, ni***s cant take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Martin, Louie the King Jr
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin you
If B.I. was alive, hed probly have the 2-tone
With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on
Will explode, cause I am the s***, and this is my commode
Uh-oh, there they go
Talking bout how your boys clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my limelight extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
We know who not getting no sex tonight
And a lap danced probably be a blessin, right?
So all the s*** you talking dead, coffin
Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in
Where its at? Austin, where is that? Texas
Whats in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus
Well, whos Maybach is this? Mr. Wests!
Hey ! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, Ima make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
You gotta see it (Hey! )
Cause I dont plan on goin broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause Im in it to win now, ni***scant take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Boss!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians
Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium
Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo
Now I got so many horses, bi*** es call me Polo
57, 62, tell me how you wanna move
Yeah, you know I got them both
Beat your a** black and blue (Yeah!)
I was barely gettin pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender ni***
Lookin in the mirror, I can see the real contender
Celery for Eben Gregory, Im on my dinner
So what the f*** is you telling me other than your gender?
Im a boss, and Im ridin like a small Vogue
Ni***s make your wheels and ride em til they fall off
Yeah! Ross!
Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, Ima make back
Can you believe that ? Whoa-ooh-ooh
You gotta see it (Hey!)
Cause I dont plan on goin broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause Im in it to win now, ni***s cant take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Well, all right!
Hehehe

[Verse 3 : Lil Wayne]
All-black Maybach, Im sittin in the a**hole
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
Thats right , them mils do, like damp clothes
I eat your meal,too, we dont feel you
And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
Im on my feet like Tough-Actin Tinactin
Im running this s***, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
And then Im back to doin s*** like I dos it
Maybach Music!
Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach (Yeah!)
Whatever I send out, homie, Ima make back (Young Mula, baby!)
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (Oww!)
You gotta see it (Hey!)
Cause I dont plan on goin broke, put that on my Maybach
Cause Im in it to win now, ni***s cant take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music