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