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(feat. T-Pain, Kanye West, Lil Wayne) Chorus: T-Pain Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie imma make back HEY! Can you believe that? You gotta see it HEY! I don't plan on goin through With that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win Y'all niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To My Maybach music Verse 1: Kanye West Martin Louis King Jr. Startin man all that stunt is gone ruin ya. If B.I. was alive He prolly have tha two-tone SongtexteWith the grey poupon Anything 'Ye poop on will explode Cause I am the shit and this is my commode Uh-oh! There dey go Talkin bout how ya boy 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 gettin sex tonight And a lapdance'll prolly be a blessin right? So all thats hit you talkin dead, coffin Like the weed, coughin New crib, loft and Where's dat Austin? Where's dat Texas? What's in front? Benzes What else? Lexus Well who's Maybach is that? Mr. West's Chorus: T-Pain Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie imma make back HEY! Can you believe that? You gotta see it HEY! I don't plan on goin through With that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win Y'all niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To My Maybach music Verse 2: Rick Ross BOSS Kush look like petroleum Crib need custodians Shades in all shades These need arodium Used to be the oldsmo Hoes call it olo Now i got so many horses bitches call me Polo 57-62 tell me how you wanna move Yeah you know i got em both Beat cha ass black and blue I was barely gettin pretty women Now i scoop any winner like kitty litter Any winner Fendi denim like a slender nigga Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender Celery for even Gregory I am on my dinner So what the fuck is you tellin me besides ya gender? Imma boss and i'm ridin like a small vault Niggas make ya wheels ride till they fall off ROSS! Chorus: T-Pain Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie imma make back HEY! Can you believe that? You gotta see it HEY! I don't plan on goin through With that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win Y'all niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To My Maybach music Verse 3: Lil Wayne We'll Alright All black Maybach I'm sittin in the asshole Classy as a mutha Still gutta as a bad blow Benjamin Franklin On X how dat cash roll Dats right them bills Due like damn clothes I eat cha meal too We don't feel you And we be strappin up Like them Navy Seals do Sweet as banana split Everytime i peel through Fresher than Will Smith And Uncle Phil too! Watchin TV in the Maybach in traffic I'm on my feet like Tough Actin Tinactin I'm runnin this shit You should try tacklin Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant! You see the Biggie See the Jada to Packin him And Curt Cobain And Andre 3 stacks And then I'm back doing shit how I do In Maybach music Chorus: T-Pain Realest shit I ever wrote Chillin in my Maybach Whatever I send out Homie imma make back HEY! Can you believe that? You gotta see it HEY! I don't plan on goin through With that on my Maybach Cause I'm in it to win Y'all niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music To My Maybach music (Thanks to D. God for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania