[00:00.00] 作词 : Ortiz, Erik / Crowe, Kevin / Wansel, Dexter / Carter, Dwayne
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ortiz, Erik / Crowe, Kevin / Wansel, Dexter / Carter, Dwayne
[00:20.03]Realest shit I ever wrote,
[00:21.53]Chillin in my Maybach
[00:23.12]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
[00:26.88]Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
[00:31.60]And I don’t plan on goin broke
[00:33.60]Put that on my Maybach
[00:35.13]Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
[00:39.58]Listen to my Maybach Music,
[00:43.13]To my Maybach Music
[00:44.43]
[00:44.69]Martin Luie the King Junior
[00:46.86]Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
[00:50.00]If B.I. was alive, he'd probly have a 2 tone
[00:52.98]With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on
[00:55.95]Will explode, cuz I am the shit and
[00:58.99]This is my commode, uh oh there they go
[01:02.35]Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
[01:05.23]I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
[01:08.20]I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
[01:10.90]You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
[01:14.68]We know who not getting no p***y tonight
[01:17.37]And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
[01:20.21]So all that bullshit you talking dead, coffin,
[01:23.10]Like the b***h coughin, new crib Loftin
[01:26.02]Where it’s at, Austin, where is that Texas,
[01:29.04]What’s in front Benzes, what else Lexus,
[01:31.98]Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West’s
[01:34.05]
[01:34.61]Realest shit I ever wrote,
[01:36.59]Chillin in my Maybach
[01:38.08]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
[01:41.86]Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
[01:47.31]And I don’t plan on goin broke
[01:48.90]Put that on my Maybach
[01:50.08]Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
[01:54.59]Listen to my Maybach Music,
[01:57.99]To my Maybach Music
[02:01.16]
[02:01.45]Boss
[02:05.00]Kush burn like petroleum, crib need custodians
[02:08.05]Shades or no shades, bees made of rhodium
[02:10.91]Used to be the O-Smoke hoes call it O-Lo
[02:13.96]Now I got so many horses niggas call me Polo
[02:16.94]Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move
[02:20.12]Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue
[02:24.24]I was barely getting pretty women,
[02:26.45]now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter
[02:28.77]Any winner fended in em like a slender b***h
[02:32.39]Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
[02:35.38]Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
[02:38.43]So what the **** was you tellin me other than your gender
[02:41.31]Im the boss and im ridin em like a small valt
[02:44.44]Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
[02:47.49]Yea, ROSS
[02:49.03]
[02:49.37]Realest shit I ever wrote,
[02:51.47]Chillin in my Maybach
[02:53.11]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
[02:56.82]Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
[03:02.14]And I don’t plan on goin broke
[03:03.56]Put that on my Maybach
[03:05.09]Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
[03:09.62]Listen to my Maybach Music,
[03:13.02]To my Maybach Music
[03:16.15]
[03:17.48]Well alright, haha
[03:19.94]All Black, Maybach im sittin in the a*****e
[03:22.95]Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bow
[03:25.98]Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll
[03:29.56]Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes
[03:32.34]I eatcha meal to, we dont feel you
[03:35.32]ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS do
[03:38.26]Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through
[03:41.30]Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
[03:44.42]Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic
[03:47.20]I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin
[03:50.36]I'm runnin this ish, you should try tacklin
[03:53.42]Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate
[03:56.40]You see the Biggie, See the Jay, the 2 Pac in him
[03:59.38]The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,
[04:01.83]And then im back to doin bullshit
[04:03.41]Like i do sing Maybach Musik
[04:05.16]
[04:05.43]Realest shit I ever wrote,
[04:06.50]Chillin in my Maybach
[04:08.12]Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
[04:11.86]Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
[04:16.34]And I don’t plan on goin pro
[04:18.54]Put that on my Maybach
[04:20.06]Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
[04:24.66]Listen to my Maybach Music,
[04:28.05]To my Maybach Music
[04:32.67]

作词 : Ortiz, Erik / Crowe, Kevin / Wansel, Dexter / Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Ortiz, Erik / Crowe, Kevin / Wansel, Dexter / Carter, Dwayne
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
Martin Luie the King Junior
Startin all that stuntin is gon ruin yuh
If B.I. was alive, he'd probly have a 2 tone
With the gray pup'on, anything Ye' poop on
Will explode, cuz I am the shit and
This is my commode, uh oh there they go
Talking bout how yuh boy clothes extra tight
I just remembered that my lime light extra bright
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
You hit the strip cub and girls turn extra dike
We know who not getting no p***y tonight
And a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
So all that bullshit you talking dead, coffin,
Like the b***h coughin, new crib Loftin
Where it’s at, Austin, where is that Texas,
What’s in front Benzes, what else Lexus,
Well whos Maybach is this, Mr. West’s
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, crib need custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made of rhodium
Used to be the O-Smoke hoes call it O-Lo
Now I got so many horses niggas call me Polo
Fifty seven, sixty two tell me how you wanna move
Ya you know I got them both beat yuh ass black and blue
I was barely getting pretty women,
now I scoup Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in em like a slender b***h
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory im on my dinner
So what the **** was you tellin me other than your gender
Im the boss and im ridin em like a small valt
Niggas make yuh wheels and ride till they fall of
Yea, ROSS
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin broke
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music
Well alright, haha
All Black, Maybach im sittin in the a*****e
Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bow
Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them Billz, due like damn clothes
I eatcha meal to, we dont feel you
ANd we be strappin up, Like the Navy SEALS do
Sweet as a bannana split everytime I peel through
Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
Watchin T.V. in the Maybach in traffic
I'm on my feet like Tough Actin' Tinactin
I'm runnin this ish, you should try tacklin
Lil Wayne in one word, Immaculate
You see the Biggie, See the Jay, the 2 Pac in him
The Curt Cobain, and Andre 3 stacks,
And then im back to doin bullshit
Like i do sing Maybach Musik
Realest shit I ever wrote,
Chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie Imma make back Ay,
Can you believe it （woah） you gotta see it.
And I don’t plan on goin pro
Put that on my Maybach
Im in it to win now niggas can’t take that
Listen to my Maybach Music,
To my Maybach Music