Maybach Music 2
 J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
 Hey!

 Realest s*** 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, ni***s can't take that
 Listen to my Maybach music
 To my Maybach music

 [Verse 1: 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, anything 'Ye poop on
 Will explode, 'cause I am the s***, and this is my commode
 Uh-oh, there they go
 Talking '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 getting no sex tonight
 And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right?
 So all the s*** you talking dead, coffin
 Like the weed, coughing, 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!
 Hey! Realest s*** 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, ni***s can't take that
 Listen to my Maybach music
 To my Maybach music

 [Interlude: Rick Ross]
 Boss!

 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
 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, bi***es call me Polo
 57, 62, tell me how you wanna move
 Yeah, you know I got them both
 Beat your a** black and blue (Yeah!)
 I was barely gettin' pretty women
 Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
 Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender ni***
 Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender
 Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner
 So what the f*** is you telling me other than your gender?
 I'm a boss, and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue
 Ni***s make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off
 Yeah! Ross!
 Hey! Realest s*** 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, ni***s can't take that
 Listen to my Maybach music
 To my Maybach music

 [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
 Well, all right!
 Hehehe

 [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
 All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the a**hole
 Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
 Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
 That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes
 I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you
 And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
 Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through
 Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
 Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
 I'm on my feet like Tough-Actin' Tinactin
 I'm running this s***, you should try tackling
 Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
 You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
 The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three Stacks
 And then I'm back to doin' s*** like I do's it
 Maybach Music!
 Hey! Realest s*** I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah!)
 Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby!)
 Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (Oww!)
 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, ni***s can't take that
 Listen to my Maybach music
 To my Maybach music