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Rick Ross – Maybach Music VI (Extended) Lyrics




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[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

[Chorus: John Legend]
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)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic
All drick-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 side, convicted you with verdict
Play 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 Cand Lady allure?
Money overboard, the kilos washin’ ashore
Pains on the boy, 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 the 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 paitin’ you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how it’s so soft
More raw till Hov cut the ‘fro off

[Chorus: John Legend]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 auto pilot, got a larger closet
I’m at target practice, you at Target shoppin’
Second hand smoke got her vision fallin’ 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
So Triple H, my God, I’m so sky high
Comin’ down from the night sky, like a lightening rod
Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flyin’
No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
Out of body feelin’, out our clothes and our right mind
Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) 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

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Hell of a year, true colors exposed
Crowns on these clowns, it’s like you colored they nose
We talking skillset or popularity goals
When you speak truth to the power, your popularity grows
Peers switch gears out of relevance or fear
When their name’s not as hot as who they wanna stand near
All you niggas weird, how could you compare
When you say you been rich but we need that shit like veneers
For every hundred thousand dollar chain I see
On a thousandaire’s neck, that I dare not be
Young nigga, old nigga, you all the same to me
Just one slick tweet from treading dangerously
Rare form, airborne since Clairborne
Been fly like a runway was cleared for him
White wedding, Vogue had the exclusive
Any blemish on my past was prostitution
Sit back and let them draw their own conclusions
A picture’s worth a thousand words, Mr. Houston
You wonder why cocaine’s up in every song?
When music fell cocaine righted every wrong
White Ferrari Bo Derek
But the inside’s black standing boll legged
Go home and go get it
Your Miami rental cars are sleeping in my garage motherfuckers

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) 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




Rick Ross – Fascinated Lyrics




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[Intro]
Such a cloudy day, uh
Help  me‚ Lord
Yeah 
Oh‚ Lord
Oh‚ Lord
Hold  ya head, nigga
Hold  ya head, nigga
Lord‚ Lord
Oh,  Lord
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga?
My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped  with my gun as a young nigga

[Verse 1]
Hundred round‚ nigga, hangin’ out a Chevrolet (Huh)
Just a young nigga tryna see my fuckin’ pay (Ahh)
My daddy caught a bus, never lookin’ back
Got me standin’ in the rain, first fifty pack (Woo)
It’s never been the same, now I’m gettin’ stacks
Tattooed names on a nigga back (Black)
Rest in peace, nigga, to my lil’ niggas (‘Nut)
Rest in peace, dyin’ as a lil’ nigga (P-Nut)
Buried like a soldier, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
Throw the flag on his casket, he’s a true nigga (P-Nut)
You pussy niggas talkin’ like you knew niggas
Young niggas, y’all some new niggas

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (Yeah)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga (Woo)

[Verse 2]
They wanna give you five (Five), wanna give you ten (Ten)
Fifteen (Fifteen), send you back again (Damn)
Gave my dog life, said he was a killa (Killa)
Conspiracy for me ’cause I run with dealers (Whoa)
Gave a nigga thirty, he converted Muslim (Inshallah)
Top down, nigga, got them bitches lookin’ (Inshallah)
Real nigga, Gs on my belt buckle (Huh)
Huggin’ on my mama ’cause niggas don’t love ya (I love ya)
Cold pistol, nigga, cold bullets (I love ya)
Shout out to my dog, he gon’ pull it
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang
I put that on my soul, that’s on everythang (Maybach Music)

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
TV fascinate a young nigga (Huh)
Yella hoes fascinate a young nigga
Hey, hey

[Verse 3]
I be cryin’ in my car, nigga
Nightmares of dyin’ in my car, nigga (I ain’t lyin’)
I just wanna stack my meatloaf
I just wanna keep my heat close (I got it)
I heard a nigga killed his self
I heard a nigga killed his self
I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Uh, I’ma ride ’til it’s all gone
Rest in peace to the trill
Rest in peace to the real
Straight from me, nigga will
And believe me, a nigga will

[Interlude]
Oh
Maybach Music
Oh
Whoa
I know you goin’ through some thangs, nigga
I got chills goin’ up my arm
My nigga gone

[Verse 4]
Pussy nigga, I’m independent
Pussy nigga, I want every pendant
Keep your business, keep your phones, nigga
I’m tryna do my own, nigga
Keep them pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Oh Lord)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
Keep all pussy-boys from ’round me, nigga (Please, Jesus)
I’m scared, these pussy-boys surroundin’, nigga
I’m so real, I’m so real
I’m so real, I’m so real
I feel alone, nigga, all alone (I’m so alone)
I feel alone, nigga, all alone

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga (Young nigga)
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga (I got ’em all)
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga (I want ’em all)
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga

[Post-Chorus]
What’s a hundred grand to a young nigga?
My dog doin’ twenty as a young nigga
I’m prayin’ for his son, he’s a young nigga
Strapped with my gun as a young nigga

[Chorus]
Candy paint fascinate a young nigga
Gold watches fascinate a young nigga
Fine bitches fascinate a young nigga
They just wanna assassinate a young nigga


Rick Ross – Act A Fool Lyrics


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[Intro: Rick Ross]
It’s a beautiful day to get some money, and every day is another opportunity to touch some paper
So I pray you wanna see a young nigga shine
If not nigga, put ya head in a hole, or I’ma put a whole in ya head
Ya heard me
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I look a lil’ familiar, don’t I
Ha, ha, ha, ha, look at y’all, look at it, look at it, nigga
Maybach Music

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (What?)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Hah)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Ass on all my bitches, so I squeeze ’em in the coupe (Hah)
Fascinated with the fortune and it came true (Woo)
I may pass you in the Porsche, and with the brains blue (Neeum)
Got your bitch so wet, I’m steppin’ out in rainboots (Hah)
Thought it was Obama, way I came through (Haha)
I’m talkin’ different commas from them lame dudes
I’m printin’ paper, boy, I even wrote a book
I got 10 million cash, what, you wanna look
I got a half a kilo in my Monte Carlo (Huh)
And if I pull that ‘nina, boy you got a problem (Woo)
Richest nigga down in Florida, like I hit the lotto (Ho)
It’s amazin’ what could happen with a couple dollars (Dollars)
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me when I went to school
Goddamn, what that nigga do
He got a Rolex and you know it’s new
Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (What?)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Hah)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah that boy a fool (Boss)
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
10 stacks on the stage, cause a whirlwind (whirlwind)
Take a couple stacks and give that to your girlfriend (Whoo)
Love to see pretty bitches kissin’ on pretty bitches
Number one in my book is all the realest bitches (Hahaha)
Real niggas gettin’ money, and she keep it square (Square)
If she were a hunnid, then I’ma keep it there (There)
I got a Lamborghini, now I need the shoes
Took ’em on the high speed, so I made the news
Big bank boys, tryna act a fool (Woo)
Big bank, you gotta help me count it too (Bank)
Half a ticket, boy, I spend it in the Lex
Seven figures, nigga, got it on his neck
I get exclusive Nikes with the light-up checks
Still scared to get indicted for the white investments (I swear)
Rich nigga, bitch, I got it tatted on me (tatted on me)
I’m married to this shit, I get my alimony (Woo)

[Chorus: Rick Ross and Wale]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you (Huh)
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood (Tell ’em dawg, tell ’em dawg)
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool (Folarin in this bitch)
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Verse 3: Wale & Rick Ross/Both]
Yeah
Folarin in this bitch, your bitch is glad to see it (Huh)
I like my women built like they could win a hundred meters (Woo)
I’m not that nigga that you niggas finna suck your teeth at (Nigga)
You see this watch, you raise your eyes, it’s rock my [?]
How did I get here? (‘Ere)
Who the fuck is you? (Nigga)
Niggas on their high horse, cool, I’m investin’ in glue
We can rumble or settle it cool
Ross told me homie is chess, then he made checkers the move
Yeah, Hunnid SBs
That’s 20 something on me (Huh)
Trust they not stuntin’ on me (Huh)
Some of y’all just finally catchin’ up (Huh)
Guess my old seminar free (Huh)
‘Cause all my old shit, from like ’06, is on everybody feet
And now they walkin’ like I talkin’
Y’all just go pay homage (Waleus)
Least before like March I had them Cactus Plant Flea Markets
And I just called up Travis
For the Cactuses you coppin’
Pink laces on my Jordans, or pink boxes on my condoms
And my closet, boy

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Tell me right now nigga whatchu wanna do (Huh)
20 billboards in the city, who the fuck is you
I DM all of your bitches when I’m in the mood
Quick to blow a hunnid keys, yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Yeah that boy a fool
Oh God, yeah that boy a fool

[Outro: Rick Ross]
M-M
Lord have mercy
M-M-M
For these pussy niggas on the Sabbath
M-M-M-M-M-M
Huh


PARTYNEXTDOOR – Better Man lyrics


(feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas apologize too
It’s a party next door
I hear the music loud and clear though

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
It seems like breakin’ your heart is the easiest part
And lovin’ you right, only gets harder, ooh
What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do?)
What do I gotta do, (gotta do?) What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do?)
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better lover)
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better love)

[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
And in exchange I’ll give you space, timin’ is everything
I even seen you cry, seen you dream
I watched my mama go through the same thing

[Refrain: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
You saw me standing close
Holding hands, with someone else, yeah
Your heart can feel it all
Love my actions, not the words

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
It seems like breakin’ your heart is the easiest part
And lovin’ you right, only gets harder, ooh
What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do?)
What do I gotta do, (gotta do?) What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do?)
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better lover)
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better love)

[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Why don’t we ever grieve or ask me what I need? Oh
Situations turn to complications, way too easy
And I know it’s me
Never planning you shit
Never thought that I’d share your pain
I even seen you cry, I seen you dream
And I watched my mother go through these things, and

[Refrain: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
You saw me standing close
Holding hands, with someone else, yeah
Your heart can feel it all
Love my actions, not the words

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Rick Ross]
It seems like breakin’ your heart is the easiest part
And lovin’ you right, only gets harder, ooh
What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do?)
What do I gotta do, (gotta do?) What do I gotta do? Yeah
(What do I gotta do? What do I gotta do?)
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better lover)
We got this
Just give me some time so I can be a better lover
(A better lover)
It gets even better, baby
Maybach Music

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Pain and compassion come in fast, tell me, will it last?
Tomorrow’s never promised, so today let’s tip the glass
Gold bottles got us rollin’ all over the floor (floor)
Threw a party for a looks, I order some more (more)
Never ’bout the money, truly I just need a purpose (purpose)
Help me make it through the dark until he pull the curtains (curtains)
Up and downs while I’m climbin’ this silly life of mine (of mine)
So much pain, so it’s champagne until I’m satisfied (satisfied)
Coach seats, I was just happy we was takin’ off (takin’ off)
Went to war, made it back, now time to take it off (take it off)
Two chicks, new twist, I wanna taste her lips (taste her lips)
Close her eyes, blew her mind, now let’s take a trip (take a trip)
Duffle bag, baby girl, she want a duffle bag (duffle bag)
Red bottoms, she had enough of that (enough of that)
To the greatest sex and now we make a toast (make a toast)
Renzel blowin’ that thick smoke (thick smoke)
Maybach Music

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
What do I gotta do, yeah, what do I gotta do?
What do I gotta do?
Just give me some time so I can be
And lovin’ you right, only gets harder, ooh
What do I gotta do, yeah, what do I gotta do

[Outro]
PARTY


Rick Ross – Idols Become Rivals (feat. Chris Rock) (Rather You Than Me Album)


Yo this Chris Rock
I’m in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin’ this Belaire Rose
That’s how we do it
That’s all we do
Belaire Rose!
Eatin’ Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don’t know nothin’ about no Wingstop
You can’t handle this, nigga
You can’t handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch
Just take notes
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I’m sayin’?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I’m sayin’?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain’t no pickin’ on me
We veterans so it’s better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin’ money, that’s just a conversation
It’s so hard stayin’ rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan
Heard Barack Obama whisper "Asalaam alaikum"
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn, you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I’ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin’ thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That’s when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit’ll sink ships
Fast money comin’ slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That’s why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin’ raped, boy
Birdman’s a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin’ is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, ‘fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh’ll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
Maybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But could sense the sentiment, I’m talkin’ all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin’, got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and every Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain’t no penny pinchin’
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin’ dope, usin’ coke, movin’ like you the Folks
Sacrificin’ half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I’m part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?
Can’t believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin’, nigga
You on an island, nigga
You came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother’s eye, nigga
FaceTimin’ my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That’s why my nigga blessed
That’s why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don’t feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It’s painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When they get the bag
You can’t never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
I’ll never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna


Rick Ross – Maybach Music V (feat. Dej Loaf) (Rather You Than Me Album)


What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet!
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you told me you was a cook
I was runnin’ too long, he was chasin’, didn’t trip
How’d he do it? I don’t know but somehow I got hooked
Thug passion, he’s so compassionate
MMG, yeah, that’s his acronym
Call him D-A-D-D-Y, like I’m in a bassinet
He’s in pieces, he be all up into my fashion shit
Poppin’, rockin’, my panties, they match my slips
Been through it all; I could give a narrative
No fiction, nah, we ain’t no characters
I mean if I bust my gun, you gon’ bust yours too
Type to double up, you know that I ain’t gon’ fuck the budget up
Type of bitch deserve it all, who gon’ compete with her?
He use to have a cold heart (cold heart)
Now my ring finger doin’ the double dutch
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all I need (Dream together, scream together)
You’re all I need (And if we go to war, fuck the world together)
And if we go to war (And I’ll be loving you forever)
Fuck the world together (You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah
Caramel, she ride on top like it’s a carousel
So infectious, I’m addicted, how would she ever fail
All my works are classic, maybe this my Magnum Opus
Too focused to give pussy to one of my soldiers
The loyalty is deep, she my Meryl Streep
My Michelle, we menage, do that through the week
On the phone, she had me listenin’ to Boyz II Men
I’m tryna be at all the dope boy events
Food stamps, now we dinin’ on islands
Diced pineapples, now she’s my piña colada
Put my coattail on my dog; I thought was my rider
Every day he wore a wire, just like his designer
Some things are meant to be, some thing are meant to be
The day they sentence me, show me no sympathy
If it’s the Lord’s will, so be it, that boy been a ‘G’
That boy been a ‘G’
(Maybach Music)
You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah
She full of confidence, we compliment each other
Got my pistol in her purse so she a cocky nigga
She tatted up and way too trill for cover ups
We both went in, that’s even when it’s one of us
We switchin’ cars right before the summer comes
She my people so I’m beefin’ when that trouble come
Kissin’ in the club, I’m grippin’ on your hips
I’m richer than before; I hit a couple licks
Travelin’, I leave the keys to all the cars
The hallway just like walking through the rainforest
Before producers started sendin’ tracks
Once was a dependent on her income tax
You did the math and said you’d give me half
It was genuine when we would interact
So when I got the bag, I had to double back
Let go a milli, shit, it may be off a couple racks
(Maybach Music)
You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah
There go that nigga
Swim with the big fish
It’s that Chanel music
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
(That Givenchy)
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah
It’s priceless
I’d rather you than me
That’s always
You’re all I need to get by


RICK ROSS – Maybach Music V lyrics


What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet!

And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)

I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you told me you was a cook
I was runnin’ too long, he was chasin’, didn’t trip
How’d he do it? I don’t know but somehow I got hooked
Thug passion, he’s so compassionate
MMG, yeah, that’s his acronym
Call him D-A-D-D-Y, like I’m in a bassinet
He’s in pieces, he be all up into my fashion shit
Poppin’, rockin’, my panties, they match my slips
Been through it all; I could give a narrative
No fiction, nah, we ain’t no characters
I mean if I bust my gun, you gon’ bust yours too
Type to double up, you know that I ain’t gon’ fuck the buddy up
Type of bitch deserve it all, who gon’ compete with her?
He use to have a cold heart (cold heart)
Now my ring finger doin’ the double dutch

And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
And I’ll be loving you forever
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all I need
Dream together, scream together
You’re all I need
And if we go to war, fuck the world together
And if we go to war
And I’ll be loving you forever
Fuck the world together
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(You’re all that I need to get by)
You’re all that I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah

Caramel, she ride on top like it’s a carousel
So infectious, I’m addicted, how would she ever fail
All my works are classic, maybe this my magnum opus
Too focused to give pussy to one of my soldiers
The loyalty is deep, she my Meryl Streep
My Michelle, we menage, do that through the week
On the phone, she had me listenin’ to Boyz II Men
I’m tryna be at all the dope boy events
Food stamps like we dinin’ on islands
Diced pineapples, now she’s my piña colada
Put my coattail on my dog; I thought was my rider
Every day he wore a wire, just like his designer
Some things are meant to be, some thing are meant to be
The day they sentence me, show me no sympathy
If it’s the Lord’s will, so be it, that boy been a ‘G’
That boy been a ‘G’

You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in a Maybach, yeah

She full of confidence, we compliment each other
Got my pistol in her purse so she a cocky nigga
She tatted up and way too trill for cover ups
We both went in, that’s even when it’s one of us
We switchin’ cars right before the summer comes
She my people so I’m beefin’ when that trouble come
Kissin’ in the club, I’m grippin’ on your hips
I’m richer than before; I hit a couple licks
Travelin’, I leave the keys to all the cars
The hallway just like walking through the rainforest
Before producers started singin’ tracks
Once was a dependent on the income tax
You did the math and said you’d give me half
It was genuine when we would interact
So when I got the bag, I had to double back
Let go a milli, shit, it made me off a couple racks

You’re all I need to get by
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah

There go that nigga
Swim with the big fish
It’s that Chanel music
That Givenchy
Let the dog roam, he found his way back
Givency
Loyal to the soil, I never change that
We go way back, I can take you way back
Used to ride Chevy’s only, now we in the Maybach, yeah
It’s priceless
I’d rather you than me
That’s all it is
You’re all I need to get by
[?]


Rick Ross – Idols Become Rivals Lyrics


[Skit: Chris Rock]
Yo this Chris Rock. I’m in here with my man Ricky Rozay. We in here drinkin’ this Belaire Rose. That’s how we do it. That’s all we do. Belaire Rose! Eatin’ Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga? You don’t know nothin’ about no Wingstop. You can’t handle this, nigga. You can’t handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch. Just take notes

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, “Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I’m sayin’?”
If I had that opportunity, you know what I’m sayin’?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain’t no pickin’ on me
We veterans so it’s better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin’ money, that’s just a conversation
It’s so hard stayin’ rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan
Heard Barack Obama whisper asalaam alaikum
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn… you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I’ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin’ thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That’s when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit’ll sink ships
Fast money comin’ slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That’s why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin’ raped, boy
Birdman’s a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin’ is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Ave
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, ‘fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh’ll get to see the light

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
Maybach Music

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But consist the sentiment, I’m talkin’ all alone
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin’, got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and ever Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tiger, chinchilla, really ain’t no penny pinchin’
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin’ dope, usin’ coke, movin’ like you the Folks
Sacrificin’ half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I’m part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Can’t believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin’, nigga
You on an island, nigga
You came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother’s eye, nigga
FaceTimin’ my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That’s why my nigga blessed
That’s why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don’t feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It’s painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When they get the bag
You can’t never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
I’ll never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna


Rick Ross – Kyrie (Black Jack Album)


[Interlude]
DP on the beat
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Steven Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches know it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like it’s Captain Crunch
We cruising La Brea like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work


Rick Ross – Kyrie Lyrics


[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grutman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work


Rick Ross – Kyrie


[Intro]
(DP on the beat)
Man: Listen Rozay I want some dope, I heard y’all sell dope
Ross: So what type of dope you want bitch?
Maybach Music

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving

[Verse 1]
Stephen Curry, Under Armour on my gang
They hit me close range, bitch ain’t hit a thing
Cut the dog food up with the (?)
The junkies they hit ’em like a canon ball
Don’t nobody do it like Miami does
Bought 20 kilos, coulda bought Miami subs
Let her snort a line so she can get a buzz
She says she want a dime, I told her get a dub
My city one big hospice, I could pull the plug
Them bitches it’s us before we pulling up
Keep it gangster, 20 bottles of Bel-Air
And got all of the dope boy’s hands in the air

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 2]
I wanna build a mansion in Port-Au-Prince
Speaking creole with all of my Haitian friends
Kilos for the low and Bahamas the (?)
Everything is diamond, can’t cop in a drought
I’m breezing through the beats, shout my nigga Pauchillo
Dave Grubman in the building, toast like the Goodfellas
20 million, baby that’s my water bill
Got Puffy on the phone talking a quarter bill
Piece of honey now I’m talking Taco Bell
Youngest nigga in the US with 100 mil
Ain’t too many hoes I haven’t done for real
Money in my pocket, boy I’m number one for real
Benz running and I’m sitting on the trunk
Rolling up a blunt, getting my dick sucked

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work

[Verse 3]
I see you fucking up like you a Donald Trump
I cast a vote and get a pussy nigga slumped
I gave my dog a stack, that shit was barely lunch
He got it done and called me back like batter’s up
He hit a bystander which didn’t matter much
And then I ate that pussy like Captain Crunch
We cruising (?) like we was Mexican
When it come to your hustle, exhibit excellence
Step to my clique and you’ll meet the exorcist
If you’re ever in debt then you’ll be the deficit
In the oval office and I’m iced out
Ankle monitor beeping in the white house

[Hook]
Bitches screaming for me like Beyonce
Work, jumping out the gym like it’s Lebron James
This other type of money even make me nervous
I’m standing out the roof, jersey Kyrie Irving
Work, work, work, work, work