may Bach music III

My garage is flawless, under a hundred thou aint allowed
Maybach triple white like Im riding in a cloud
No denim on my seats, baby you gon need a towel
Ride sexy through the city, see me you will be aroused
My bankroll so well endowed, pull bitches from M-I-A to A-T-L in style
And in crowds catch me in town, on the strip in Vegas
chilling, filling bitches faces with babies
Bitch bite your tongue, this just aint a Mercedes
Tell the A.T.F. Im riding with another .380
Thats my car cost, yall thought I would fall off
That was just a small loss, we can have a ball off
Fly to N.Y., meet me at the Waldorf
The story and architecture Victorian
Riding in the past like youre driving a DeLorean
Hard times, never heard of those in the Bach
My feet kicked up, get my dick sucked with the curtains closed
And for the record kid, my final question is
how your bitch gon feel in that when you two pull up next to this?
Hahahahah, Maybach Music nigga!

Chorus: Erykah Badu
Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and clothes, they gon come and go
But guess who stays the same? You gon see the name
Stroll real slow, with the curtains drawn

Jadakiss:
Yo, piff that Im blowing on is fucking up the ozone
Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stones
Ice cream, pipe dreams
is what they have when I pull up in that light thing
I put a hurting on, I got the curtains drawn
Whoever aint getting shitted on, I'm squirting on
Im in the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the health
Chopper in the trunk, .45 for the belt
Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt
Live for your kids, die for yourself
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth
Peas on the block, pies on the shelf
If I aint in the back of the Bach, I aint in nothing else
Haha, Im something else

Chorus: Erykah Badu
Everybody knows how the story goes
Money and clothes, they gon come and go
But guess who stays the same? You gon see the name
Stroll real slow...

Rick Ross:
Uh, cigar please
I came alive like a moth in the summer time
Japanese wheel blades all samurai
Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side
Time to make a blind motherfucker recognize
Ammunition got the competition nonexistent
Had to bubble crack but didnt have a pot to piss it
Ill double that, how dare you try to knock a nigga?
Street scholar, graduated no father figure
Still tote chrome, check my chromosomes
Meet me halfway with things and a mobile home
Money machines, yeah they RING like a mobile phone
Im a seven-up, I need a coca-cola loan
Im in the hood like Im James Evans
Cashmere hand-made sweater
Me and money got a vendetta
Looking back, to tell the truth I couldve did betta
Parents never had a good job
Now its Black American Express cards, uh

'Maybach Music'

Rozay!