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Maybach Music VI
Rick Ross
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Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)
Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)
Flows mind-blowin', these niggas switchin' the topic
All dickriders, your label labeled erotic
You got a couple dollars, but really it's barely modest
Couldn't sign me if you bitches was payin' homage
Playin' both sides, convicted, you with the verdict
Bail low rider, come hit you up for the murder
Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it
We talkin' shooter, but quick to send they attorney
Is it really real? I can't e-late the allure
Money overboard, kilos washin' ashore
Paintings on the wall, Versace down to the drawers
Currency comin' crypto, you know they tapin' our calls
Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed
Talkin' long money, but they conversation short
New accolades and women for me to toss
They call it the road to riches, regardless, I had to walk
Now it's too many cars, they say I live in a bubble
But I make it a point, we poppin' all through the summer
Got pilots and gunners, receivers, passers, and punters
My pockets playin' for keeps, the cheeks and Mulliners comin'
I made a few mistakes, I pray I get to repent
The passion came from the pain, I'm paintin' you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how I sold soft
More raw 'til a whole fuckin' floor off
Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)
Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)
Uh, let's go for a ride to where your heart desire
I put your heart in drive, I let you borrow mine
My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles
She got them soft fuckin' lips, call it cotton mouth
And I'm on autopilot, got a larger closet
I'm at target practice, you at Target shoppin'
Second-hand smoke got her vision partly cloudy
Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin'
On the ride of a lifetime
Watch out for the rats, mice, cons, and the pythons
No Triple H, my God, I'm so sky-high
Comin' down from the night sky like a lightin' rod
Shine like some ice, nice vibes like a kite flyin'
No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
Out of body feelin', out our clothes, in the right minds
Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise, yeah, yeah
Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)
Oh, you can find me in my Maybach
Listenin' to shit from way back (Maybach Music)
Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)
Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)
Oh, ah, ah (Maybach Music)
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