Maybach Music VI
Art Webb, Lil Wayne, John Legend, Rick Ross
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J.U.S.T.I.C.E League 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 Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music) Oh, ah, Maybach Music (Maybach Music) Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic All dick-riders, your label labeled erotic You got a couple dollars, but really, it's barely modest Couldn't sign me if you niggas was payin' homage Playin' both sides, convicted you with verdict Pay a lil' rider, come hit you up for the murder Chains all hollow, I peeped soon as I heard it These niggas be talkin' shooter, but quick to send they attorney Is it really real, like Candy Lady allure? Money overboard, kilos washin' ashore Paintings on the wall, Versace down to the drawers Currency come in Crypto, you know they tapin' our calls Chariots and lofts, niggas legs crossed Talkin' long money, but they conversation's short New accolades with 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 the point, we poppin' all through the Summer Got pilots and gunners, receivers, passers and punters My pockets playin' for keeps, G's get more than what's common 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 it's so soft More raw 'til Hov cut the 'fro off 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 Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music) Oh, ah, Maybach Music Let's go for a ride to where your heart desire I put your heart in drive, I'll let you borrow mine My feet on top the clouds, I walk a thousand miles She got them soft pussy 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 lightening 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 and our 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 Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music) Oh, 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, Maybach Music
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Written by: Erik Ortiz, Kevin Crowe, Hubert Eaves III, William Leonard Roberts
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