Maybach Music Vi Lyrics - Rick Ross

(Justice League) 

Oh, gliding through the city to my place (My place) 

It feels like we're floating up in outer space 

(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach 

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach music) 

Oh, ha, 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 paying homage 

Playing both sides, convicted you with the 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? Candy 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 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 painting you all my sins 

Warhol, Art Basel how it's so soft 

More raw till Hova cut the fro off 

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Gliding through the city to my place (My place) 

It feels like we're floating up in outer space 

(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach 

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach music) 

Oh, ha, 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 auto pilot, got a larger closet 

I'm at target practice, you at Target shopping 

Second hand smoke got her vision falling cloudy 

Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drowning 

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 

Coming down from the night sky like a lightening rod 

Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flying 

No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline 

Out of body feeling, out our clothes and our right minds 

Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high-rise, yeah, yeah 

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Gliding through the city to my place (My place) 

It feels like we're floating up in outer space 

(And you can still) You can find me in my Maybach 

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach music) 

Oh, ha, Maybach Music 

Gliding through the city to my place (My place) 

It feels like we're floating up in outer space 

(And you can still) Oh, Maybach Music