Maybach Music, Pt. 3 作词：William Leonard Roberts, Kanye West
My garage is flawless Under a hundred thou when allowed Maybach triple white like I'm 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 only stripping vegas Chillin' been in bitches' faces with babies Bitch bite yo' tongue, this just ain't a Mercedes Tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380
Ask my car costs Y'all 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 Wall though
The story and architecture Victorian Ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean Hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up Get my dick sucked with the curtains closed
And for the record kid, my final question is How yo' bitch gon' feel in that When you two pull up next to this? Maybach music, nigga
Everybody knows how the story goes Money and the clothes they gon' come and go But guess who stays the same? They gon' see the name Stroll real slow where your colors roll
Yo, the piff that I'm blowin' on's fucking up the ozone Plus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone's Ice cream , pipe dreams is what they have When I pull up in that light thing
I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn Whoever ain't gettin' shited on, I'm squirtin' on I'm in that 6 doin' 57 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 Came in the back of the back I ain't did nothin' else, I'm somthin' else
Everybody knows how the story goes Money and the clothes they gon' come and go But guess who stays the same? They gon' see the name Stroll real slow where your colors roll
Cigar please, I came alive like a moff in the summer time Japanese wheel blades all samurai Shine brighter than them bitches on the other side Time to make a blind mother fucker recognize
Ammunition got the competition nonexistent Had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss it I'll double that the day 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 lean like a mobile phone I'm a Seven-Up I need a Coca-Cola loan
I'm in the hood like I'm James Evans Cashmere hand-made sweater, me and money got a vendetta Lookin' back to tell the truth I could'a did betta Parents never had a good job Now it's Black American Express cards