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Artist/Band:
Rick Ross
Lyrics for Song: Maybach Music III
Lyrics for Album: Teflon Don [2010]
What is this? Maybach music
I like this Maybach music
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!
Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride
Billionaire
Yayo
Justice League
57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up
Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better route
Look at me, a model now
Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, they shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is monumental
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
In the rear, so many instruments I hear
Tucked behind curtain, no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a leer
This Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to lose it
Close your eyes and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga
5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
Boss!
Young!
Fuck it then!
Black Maybach, white seas, black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is Mine
Life's A Bitch, so The Whole World Is Mine
The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They said it was not so
Certain things that money can't buy
Like being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride
I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my Final Destination
And the lair, closer to a leer
Say a Prayer, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here, baby, yeah
But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades, or two I store
True story, my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel back
You feel that?
Young! C'mon!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Boss!
Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake
They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And that muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack
Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters, got cha!
Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Machiavelli premonition
Waiting on my Suge Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my part
Never will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my black car
Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, my fat rocks
I see the kill in the field of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped
I'm the Boss!
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About Maybach Music III
Rick Ross's "Maybach Music III" serves as the thematic centerpiece of his 2010 album *Teflon Don*, solidifying his status as a dominant force in the hip-hop landscape during the mid-2010s. The track exemplifies the artist's signature style, blending aggressive lyricism with a sleek, high-end production aesthetic that mirrors the luxury lifestyle often depicted in his work. Released alongside other key tracks like "Aston Martin Music," the recording reinforces Ross's ability to craft narratives centered on wealth, power, and street credibility. As a defining moment in his discography, the song reflects the era's shift toward more polished, radio-friendly hip-hop while maintaining the raw intensity characteristic of Ross's earlier output. It stands as a testament to his versatility as both a performer and a producer, showcasing his command over the genre's rhythmic structures and his knack for delivering memorable hooks. The recording remains a significant song in his catalog, illustrating the evolution of his artistry and his enduring influence on contemporary rap music. |
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| Album Lyrics: Teflon Don [2010] |
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"Teflon Don [2010]"
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