Maybach Music 2 Video (MV)

[T-Pain:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive it woah, you gotta see it .
I don't plan on goin broke put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

[Kanye West:]
Martin Louis The King Jr., startin all that stuntin is gonna ruin ya
B I was a lie he probly had a 2 tone
With the gray poop on anything yay poop on
Will explode cause 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 sex tonight and a lap dance will probly be a blessin right?
So all that shit you talking dead, coffin,
Like the weed 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

[T-Pain:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive it woah, you gotta see it .
I don't plan on goin broke put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

[Rick Ross:]
Boss
Kush burn like petroleum, Crib need custodians
Shades or no shades, bees made rhodium
Used to be the o smoke hoes call it o lo
Now I got so many horses bitches 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 scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winner fended in em like a slender nigger
Lookin in the mirror I can see the real contender
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
So what the f*ck was you tellin me other than your gender
I'm a boss and I'm ridin like a small fort
Niggas make yuh wheels n ride till they fall off
Yea, ROSS

[T-Pain:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive it woah, you gotta see it .
I don't plan on goin broke put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music

[Weezy:]
Well alright, haha
A'll Black, Maybach I'm sittin in the asshole
Classy as a Mutha, still gutta like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin, on Ex how dat cash roll
Dats right them Billz, due like damp clothes
I eatcha meal to, we don't feel you
N we be strappin up, Like the Navy Sealz do
Sweet as Bannana Split, everytime I peel through
Fresh'er than Will Smith, and Uncle phill too!
Watch'in T.V. in the Maybach, In Traffic
I'm on my feet, Like Tough Act'in Tunactin
I'm runn'in this shitt, you should try tackling
Lil Wayne in one word, Emaculant!
You see the Biggie, See the Jada 2 pac in him
N Curt Cobain, n Andre 3 stacks, n then I'm back to doin shitt like I do's, In Maybach Musik

[T-Pain:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie, I'm a make it back
Can you beleive that, Woah you gotta see,

[Jay-Z]
Smell like summertime to me (what is this)
First one to cop, I'm the Maybach music
First one in the coupe I'm on my third 6 deuce
White guts, black Benz
I call that bitch affirmative action
Oreo, The Obama, curtains drawn they can't see me Osama
Cashmere throws that's a splash of class
S.C initials on the Tiffany glass
I guess on the inital Maybach
I was way too official they didn't call Jay back
I'm just a bully I apologise
And if you woulda asked I probably woulda lied
This better no pressure
As my mind reclines on white leathers
I think back to my first Maybach
Baby blue sides I call it my simulac
6 deuce everytime
I never had the Heinz 57 can't catch up to mines
No diss to Ricky this his song
But everybody know that this the shit I've been on
No fives no four point O's
So no partitions a no no for Hov
I'm just a top draw nigga penthouse everytime
I'm a top floor nigga
As I drift off further chauffer serves the city
Observers oooh's and ahhh's they know who's inside
Though I never touch the wheel I won't lose my drive
Ooohs and ahhh's they know who's inside
On the factory shoes I won't lose my stride
(This is Maybach)

[T-Pain:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin in my maybach
Whatever I send out homie I'm a make back
Ay, can you belive it woah, you gotta see it .
I don't plan on goin broke put that on my maybach
I'm in it to win now niggas can't take that
Listen to my maybach music, to my maybach music