Chorus (T-Pain):      Realest shit i ever wrote   Chilling in my Maybach   What ever I send out   Homie I'ma make back   Can you believe it?   You gotta see it   I don't plan on going broke   Put that on my Maybach   'Cause I'm in it to win   Now niggas can't take that   Listen to my Mayback Music   to my Mayback music      Kanye West verse:      Martin Louis the King Junior   Starting all that stunting is gonna ruin ya   If B.I. was alive he'd probably have a two-tone   With a grey poupon, anything yay poop on   We'll explode 'cause I am the shit and   This is my commode, oh-oh there it go   Talking bout how ya boy clothes extra tight   I just remembered that my lime light extra bright   I hit the strip club and girls get extra hyped   You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke   We know who not getting no sex tonight   And a lap dance would probably be a blessing right?   So all that shit you talking dead, coffin   Like the weed coughing   New crib, Lofton   Where's that? Austin   Where's that? Texas   What's in front? Benzes   What else? Lexus   Well who's Maybach is this? Mr West's      Chorus      Rick Ross verse:      Boss   Kush burn like petroleum   Crib need custodians   Shades in all shades   B's made Imodium   Used to be the old smoke   Ho's call it ho low   Now I got so many horses bitches call me Polo   57, 62, tell me how you want to move   Yeah you know ive got them both   Beat ya ass black and blue   I was barely getting pretty women   Now i scoop up any winners like kitty litter   Any winner Fendi denim like a slender nigger   Looking in the mirror I can see the real contender   Selling reefer even Gregory I'm on my dinner   So what the fuck is ya telling me except your gender   I'm a boss and i'm riding like a small Vaulk   Niggas make your wheels and ride them till they fall off   Yeah, Ross!      Chorus      Lil Wayne verse:      Well alright   All black Maybach im sitting in the ass hole   Classy as a mother still gutter like a bad bowl   Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll   That's right them bills dew like damp clothes   I eat your meal too, we dont feel you   And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do   Sweet as banana split every time i peel through   Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too   Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic   I'm on my feet like tough acting tinactin   I'm running this shit, you should try tackling   Lil Wayne in one word: immaculate   You see the Big you see the Jay, the Tupac and him   The Kurt Cobain, the Andre Three-stacks and then   I'm back to doing shit like i do sing Maybach Music   Yeah! Young Moolah baby! AAHHH      Chorus