(feat. Jay-Z)    [Girl One (Girl Two)]  What is this? (Maybach music)  I like this Maybach music    [Both Girls]  Sweeeeeeeeeeet!  Ha-ha-ha!    [Sample]  Come and take a ride  Come and take a ride    [Rick Ross]  Billionaire  Yayo  JUSTICE LEAGUE    [Rick Ross]  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 rule  Look at me, a model now  Models and bottles 'round  A Blood holla', ballin'  But the boys in blue, 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 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 signs to fear (ROSS!)  I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah  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!    [Jay-Z]  YOUNG!  F**k it then!    [Jay-Z]  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 / Aaliyah  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 - two I store!  True story, my closet is like two stories  Cut 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!    [Jay-Z]  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!    [Rick Ross]  BOSS!  Can't be stopped now  We got too much cake    [Rick Ross]  They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals  And the 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, Makaveli 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, sellin' fat rocks  In the Killin' Field of hip-hop  Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!  I'm The Boss!