Maybach Music VII

I got too much money, I skip the awards, homie (mm) I don't even get dressed up for that type shit, 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, uh, tú, sí (Maybach Music) Born with autism, or was I just artistic? Livin' heaven on earth is what I call gifted I could see the city lights, sufferin' from a seizure On your Instagram, are you a follower or a leader? I could see the city lights, top-down ridin' I can tell she a model, lookin' at her thighs (uh) Another round of bottles, and it's strictly for the guys For the ride home, knockin' 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 lookin' at her waist (uh) And she love double-R by look that's on her face Double-R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore I'm chargin' 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 glistenin' I got 'em all hatin', oh, they wishin' I threw the line out, I got 'em fishin', fishin' (brrt) So now I skip the awards, it's Italy for the week Jets back to back, so Capri know when it's me These niggas don't want the beef, nigga 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 buyin' 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 (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 Double-R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore (yeah) I'm chargin' whatever you afford (wassup?) 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 glistenin' (yeah, yo, Chris, what it do man?) I got 'em all hatin', oh, they wishin' (Rozay, what's happenin'?) I threw the line out, I got 'em fishin', fishin' (Snow Man, bitch) Been movin' like the president (yeah) Tryna stay low, these niggas tryna stay relevant Coast Guard hit the load, they gon' think they caught an elephant (haha) I'm ballin' all '26, they gon' think I got a settlement (whoo, damn) Straight ghetto dope, they used to call me Master P (P) You best be Mia X if you tryin' to roll with me (uh) And since we talkin' Verzuz, yeah, they gave your boy some stock (stock) A hundred bricks a week, and we was callin' that a flop (yeah) And all these niggas followin', so we know who the leader I ain't worried about the turtles, I'm a motherfuckin' cheetah (damn) Hello from the other side, motherfucker 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 30 minutes, hope the dope dry (whoo) Just know I had 'em singin' Trap Or Die in the bow tie (yeah) If you see her by my side, just know that she a boss (ay) Plenty acres up north, walk around and get lost Keep talkin' about his money, baby, he ain't really livin' Bruce Willis, Armageddon, baby, he ain't really drillin' (haha) Rum is Dominican, that's if we talkin' preference Best be Guinness book if we talkin' 'bout records (yeah) Quintessa 2018, yeah, I'm on that shit We talkin' 2025, yeah, I own that shit, shut up Double R, Maybach, Lamborghini galore I'm chargin' whatever you afford (whoo) 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 glistenin' I got 'em all hatin', oh, they wishin' I threw the line out, I got 'em fishin', fishin' (brrt) Listen, I got her outside, got her glistenin' I got 'em all hatin', oh, they wishin' I threw the line out, I got 'em fishin', fishin' Rozay, I ain't never had a Maybach I'm more like an Italian nigga You know, two-door, leather seats, you know I'm talkin' about? Yeah, you know that shit that look like Pop-Tarts You know that, that thing, yeah, hahaha