Testo Mayback music (feat. jay-z) Rick Ross

Mayback music (feat. jay-z)

[Girl One (Girl Two):]What is this? (Maybach music)
I like this Maybach music [Both Girls:]Sweeeeeeeeeeet!Ha-ha-ha! [Sample:]Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride [Rick Ross:]BillionaireYayoJUSTICE LEAGUE [Rick Ross:]57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-BoyHand 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 'roundA 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-YayoInstrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental400 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 / AaliyahThis Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to lose it
Close your eyes and inhale the smokeIt's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wroteBOS
S! [Jay-Z:]YOUNG!Fuck it then! [Jay-Z:]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'sI'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the PalazzoThey 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 / AaliyahSay 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 HumadorWhere 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?YOUN
G! C'mon! [Jay-Z:]Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back8-track episodes, been doing this since way back! [Rick Ross:]BOSS!Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake [Rick Ross:]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 MaybachGot a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
Waiting on my Suge KnightOne 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 rideI'm large, my black carMenagin' black broads, massage for fraudsI'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
In the "Killin' Field" of hip-hopRunnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!I'm The Boss!