[T-Pain]
Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin´ in my Maybach
Whatever I send out homie I´ma make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh

You gotta see it (hey)
´Cause I don´t plan on goin´ broke, put that on my Maybach
´Cause I´m in it to win now, niggas can´t take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

[Kanye West]
Martin, Louie the King Jr
Startin´ all that stuntin´ is gon´ ruin you
If B.I. was alive, he´d prob´ly have the 2-tone
With the Grey Poupon, anythin´ ´Ye poop on
Will explode cause I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh-oh, there they go
Talkin´ ´bout how your boy´s 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´ no sex tonight
And a lap dance´ll probably be a blessin´, right?
So all the shit you talkin´ dead, coffin
Light the weed, coughin´, new crib, loft in
Where it´s at? Austin, where is that? Texas
What´s in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus
Well who´s Maybach is this? Mr. West´s

[T-Pain]
Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin´ in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I´ma make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
You gotta see it (hey)
´Cause I don´t plan on goin´ broke, put that on my Maybach

´Cause 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 needs custodians
Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium
Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo
Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo
57, 62, tell me how you wanna move
Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue
I was barely gettin´ pretty women
Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga
Lookin´ in the mirror, I can see the real contender

Celery for Eben Gregory, I´m on my dinner
So what the fuck is ya tellin´ me other than your gender?
I´m a boss and I´m ridin´ like a small Vogue
Niggas make your wheels and ride ´em ´til they fall off
Yeah, Ross!

[T-Pain]
Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin´ in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I´ma make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
You gotta see it (hey)
´Cause I don´t plan on goin´ broke, put that on my Maybach
´Cause I´m in it to win now, niggas can´t take that

Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music

[Lil Wayne]
Well alright, heheh!
All black Maybach, I´m sittin´ in the asshole
Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
That´s right, the mills do like damp clothes
I eat your meal too, we don´t feel you
And we be strappin´ up like the Navy Seal 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, immaculate
You see the BIG, you see the Jay, the 2Pac in him

The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
And then I´m back to doin´ shit like I do´s in Maybach music
Yeah, Young Mula baby! Oww!

[T-Pain]
Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin´ in my Maybach
Whatever I send out, homie I´ma make back
Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
You gotta see it (hey)
´Cause I don´t plan on goin´ broke, put that on my Maybach
´Cause I´m in it to win now, niggas can´t take that
Listen to my Maybach music
To my Maybach music