Maybach Music VI (feat. John Legend & Lil Wayne)

J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

Oh, glidin' through the city to my place (My place)

It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)

Oh, you can find me in my Maybach

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)

Oh, ah, 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 payin' homage

Playin' both sides, convicted you with 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, like Candy Lady allure?

Money overboard, kilos washin' ashore

Paintings on the wall, 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 it the point, we poppin' all through the Summer

Got 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 paintin' you all my sins

Warhol, Art Basel how it's so soft

More raw 'til Hov cut the 'fro off

Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)

It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)

Oh, you can find me in my Maybach

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)

Oh, ah, 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 autopilot, got a larger closet

I'm at target practice, you at Target shoppin'

Second hand smoke got her vision partly cloudy

Her eyes get so watery, them bitches started drownin'

On the ride of a lifetime

Watch out for the rats, mice, cons and the pythons

No Triple H, my God, I'm so sky high

Comin' down from the night sky, like a lightening rod

Shine like some ice, nice vibes, like a kite flyin'

No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline

Out of body feelin', out our clothes and our right minds

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

Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)

It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)

Oh, you can find me in my Maybach

Listening to shit from way back (Maybach Music)

Oh, ah, Maybach Music

Glidin' through the city to my place (My place)

It feels like we're floatin' up in outer space (And you can still)

Oh, Maybach Music