Maybach Music VII Lyrics – Rick Ross, Jeezy

Read the complete Maybach Music VII Lyrics by Rick Ross and Jeezy from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I got too much money, I skip the awards, homie (Mm)
I don’t even get dressed up for that type s*it, but look
Let the top down, leave the windows up, I wanna see the city lights from afar
I am a star, you know who are, moi
Antonio Marbalinni
Tú, sí

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Born with autism or was I just artistic?
Living heaven on earth is what I call gifted
I could see the city lights, suffering from a seizure

On your Instagram, are you a follower or a leader?
I could see the city lights, top down riding
I can tell she a model, looking at her thighs (Uh)
Another round of bottles and it’s strictly for the guys
For the ride home, knocking Mary J. Blige
Tried to get some money, I got several different ways (Tell ’em)
In God’s name, look the devil in his face (Tell ’em)
All protein, I’m just looking at her waist
And she love double R by look that’s on her face

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Double R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore
I’m charging, whatever you afford
Crack a card or two, you know I’m so employed
She go down, whatever for the boy
Listen, I got her outside, got her glistening
I got ’em all hating, oh, they wishing
I threw the line, now I got ’em fishing, fishing

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
So now I skip the awards, it’s Italy for the week
Jets back to back, so Capri know when it’s me
These n!ggas don’t want the beef, n!gga not from the streets
I wrote a few of your rhymes to show you what it could be (Uh)
Champagne toast just amongst my folks

Words get spoke and the Phantoms get ghost
A don and a don (Don), arm with a arm (Arm)
Smoke get smoke, deep breath from your mom
Boy, I been the nicest before you got a license
Still buying rhymes, I could sue you for my likeness
Double M fam’, did it on my own (Biggest)
I could move a million grams really on the phone (Did it)
Cars don’t stop, guns go pop
I could see the city lights from Star Island on a yacht
From Star Island on a yacht, I could see the city lights

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Rick Ross]
Double R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore
I’m charging, whatever you afford
Crack a card or two, you know I’m so employed
She go down, whatever for the boy
Listen, I got her outside, got her glistening
I got ’em all hating, oh, they wishing (Rozay, what’s happening?)
I threw the line, now I got ’em fishing, fishing (Snow Man, b!tch)

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Been moving like the president, yeah
Trying to stay low, these n!ggas trying to stay relevant
Coast guard hit the load, they gon’ think they caught an elephant (Haha)
I’m balling all ’26, they gon’ think I got a settlement (Damn)
Straight ghetto dope, they used to call me Master P (P)
You best be me or X if you trying to roll with me (Uh)
And since we talking Verzuz, yeah, they gave your boy some stock
A hundred bricks a week and we was calling that a flop, yeah
And all these n!ggas following, so we know who the leader
I ain’t worried about the turtles, I’m a motherfu*king cheetah (Damn)
Hello from the other side, motherfu*ker like Adele
Million chickens sold, I’ma need a platinum scale (Haha)
If it’s ever me and plus one, you know we both fly
Me and Ro roll in the kitchen, yeah, we both high
Auntie be home in thirty minutes, hope the dope dry (Woo)
Just know I had ’em singing “Trap or Die” in the bow tie, yeah
If you see her by my side, just know that she a boss (Ayy)
Plenty acres up north, walk around and get lost
Keep talking about his money, baby, he ain’t really living
Bruce Willis, Armageddon, baby, he ain’t really drilling (Haha)
Rum is Dominican, that’s if we talking preference
Best be Guinness book if we talking about records, yeah
Quintessa 2018, yeah, I’m on that s*it
We talking 2025, yeah, I own that s*it, shut up

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Double R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore
I’m charging, whatever you afford
Crack a card or two, you know I’m so employed
She go down, whatever for the boy
Listen, I got her outside, got her glistening
I got ’em all hating, oh, they wishing
I threw the line, now I got ’em fishing, fishing
Listen, I got her outside, got her glistening
I got ’em all hating, oh, they wishing
I threw the line, now I got ’em fishing, fishing

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Rozay, I ain’t never had a Maybach
I’m more like an Italian n!gga
You know two door, leather seats, you know what I’m talking about?
Yeah, you know that s*it that look like Pop-Tarts
You know that, that thing, yeah, hahaha