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What is this? (Maybach music)I like this Maybach musicSweet!Ha-ha-ha!Come and take a rideCome and take a rideBillionaireYayoJustice league!57 years, yes!Blood for a D-BoyHand my mack 11 to the engineer to recordGot the baddest women in the world for me to feed onDouble deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed upRevenue incredible, it put me on a pedestalColumbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better ruleLook at me, a model nowModels and bottles 'roundA Blood holla', ballin'But the boys in blue, shot 'em downGang-affiliated, colors prosecutors paintedCause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-YayoSongtexteInstrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental400 off the lot, the block is monumentalSome things money can't buyLike Heaven in the sky, even a better rideIn the rear, so many instruments I hearTucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (Ross!)I'm higher than a leer,This Maybach music, designer shit I wearMay cause you to lose itClose your eyes and inhale the smokeIt's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!5 ounces, take a tokeOf this Maybach music, the realest shit I wroteBoss!Young!Fuck it then!Black Maybach, white seas, black pipingRemind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fightingYou know, "The Girl Is Mine""Life's A Bitch", so "The Whole World Is Mine"The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawnPerfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandt's and Rocco'sI'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the PalazzoThey said it was not soCertain things that money can't buyLike being this flyTill then, I'm just gonna' ride!I'm like G-Rap with better transportationOn the road to the riches, reach my "Final Destination"And the lair, closer to a leer, AaliyahSay a "Prayer", hope I get ta' see herWhen I disappear from here, baby, yeah!But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lensesJust the Two M's on the emblemThe partition roof, translucent and HumidorWhere refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, two I store!True story, my closet is like two storiesCut to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do storiesShawn Corey, real rapThe Maybach is bananas, peel back!You feel that?Young! C'mon!Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach8-track episodes, been doing this since way backSince 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 backSince way back, since way back8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!Boss!Can't be stopped nowWe got too much cakeThey pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for mealsAnd the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grillStuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crackCrab and lobsters, not all mobstersImposter's, got cha!Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balconyCan only stay a week or two, so many people out for meI bulletproofed the MaybachGot a killer's intuitionHolding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonitionWaiting on my Suge KnightOne nation under God, since I chose a thug's lifeGuess I gotta' play my partNever will I die, my name symbolizeThe hustle for young killers coming from the other sideSome things your money can't buyLike Heaven in the sky, even a better rideI'm large, my black carMenagin' black broads, massage for fraudsI'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocksIn the "Killin' Field" of hip-hopRunnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!I'm The Boss! Aus Songtexte Mania