Maybach Music VI (feat. John Legend & Lil Wayne)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E League
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 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