JAY-Z — Maybach Music 2 The Lost Verse

* original "Maybach Music 2" appeared on Rick Ross' "Deeper Than Rap" [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa) You gotta see it, hey! 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music [Verse: Jay-Z] It smell like summertime to me! {"What is this?"} First one to cop, I'm the Maybach muse First one in the coupe, I'm on my third six-deuce White guts, black Benz I call that bitch Affirmative Action Oreo, the Obama Curtains drawn, they can't see me, Osama Cashmere throws, that's a splash of class S.C. initials on the Tiffany glass I guess on the initial Maybach I was way too official, they ain't call Jay back I'm just a bully, I apologize And if you would've asked, I probably would've lied Huh, this better, no pressure As my mind reclines on white leathers I think back to my first Maybach Baby blue sides, I called her my Similac Six-deuce every time, I never had the Heinz Fifty-seven can't catch up to mines No diss to Ricky, this his song But everybody know this the shit that I been on No fives, no four-point-ohs So no partitions, a no-no for Hov' {"Sweet"} I'm a just a top-drawer nigga Penthouse every time, I'm a top-floor nigga As I drift off further Chauffeur serves the city, observers Oohs and ahhs, they know who's inside Though I never touch the wheel, I won't lose my drive Oohs and ahhs, they know who's inside On the factory shoes, I won't lose my stride This is Maybach, bitch! [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach Whatever I send out, homie I'ma make back Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa) You gotta see it, hey! 'Cause I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach 'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music