Key: Bb minor•
Verse 1
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I like this Maybach music
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!
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Come and take a ride
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Billionaire
Yayo
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Justice League
Blood for a D- Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the
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world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss,
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Columbia to Mexico,
Look at me, a model now
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Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
they shot 'em down
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colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed,
name synonymous with Mi- Yayo
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Maybach kind of mental
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400 off the lot, the block is monumental
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your money can't buy
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Like Heaven in the sky,
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In the rear, so many instruments I hear
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no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a leer
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This May bach music,
designer shit I wear
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May cause you to lose it
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Close your eyes and inhale
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the smoke
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5 ounces, take a toke
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Boss!
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Young!
Fuck it then!
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Black
Verse 9
Maybach, white seas,
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black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney
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and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is Mine
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Life's A Bitch,
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the curtains are drawn
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Per fectly like a Picasso,
I'm a major player,
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40- 40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
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things that money can't buy
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride
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reach my Final Destination
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Say a Prayer, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here,
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baby, yeah
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through
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these millionaire lenses
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The partition roof, translucent an
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or two I store
my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending,
'cause I don't do stories
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Shawn Corey, real rap
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peel back
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Realest
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shit I ever wrote,
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chillin' in my Maybach
8- track episodes,
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Since way back, since way back
8- track episodes,
Realest shit I ever wrote,
been doing this since way back
8- track episodes,
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We got too much cake
Verse 15
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muscling for meals
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when I stuff it in your grill
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Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack
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Crab and lob sters, not all mobsters
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Imposters, got cha!
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slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so
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many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
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Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Ma
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One nation under God,
since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my part
The hustle for young killers
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coming from the other side
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Some thing s your money
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can't buy
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Menagin' black broads,
massage for frauds
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Runnin' up on the car, you get popped,
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mopped and dropped
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