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[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E.  League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron

[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw)

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[Intro]
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If  you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
If  you tell, you a fuck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga
What’s  up with you? I grew up with you
Used  to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah 
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
Fuck nigga
Yeah,  yeah
(Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Verse 1]
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don’t fear you
Act up, we gon’ mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I’ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil’ nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You’d be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna fuck, I don’t care to
Careful, if I say links, plan’s cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
Fuck that, let’s get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon’ feel this
Smokin ‘on drugs ’cause there’s too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Verse 2]
My mama know about the pain that I never tamed
But looking back for the fame, I feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain’t have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And shit, all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that fuck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain’t with it, you get parked, nigga
I don’t know you, you wasn’t with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, “Wisen up, be a smart nigga”
So all my niggas on go like a kart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don’t really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, and now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Outro]
Blood today
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
Summer reign
Let’s let the top down
H Money
Convertible music

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (I got it, uh)
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything (Yes)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Double M the logo, let the hustle take its course (Maybach Music)
I let you fuck me once, you wanna make me yours
Gucci shopping bags, I stuff ’em in the 4×4’s
Stop at Louis, post a picture, kill ’em, no remorse
Kill the lights, let’s light a candle, come and fuck the boy (Boy)
Whisper nothings in my ear you know that I’ll enjoy (Ah)
What you talkin’ not a problem ’cause I handle yours
50 stacks a pocket really just for amateurs (Haha)
Lickin’ on your neck, might wake up pissing in a cup (Huh)
Threw Belaire bottles on ice just for me to bust (Yes)
When you do it like I do, I make you fall in love
Never slippin’ but the difference is the all above

[Chorus: Summer Walker & Rick Ross]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, yeah (Huh)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Kissing on you might create some freaky scenes
Playing in your weave before I spark my weed
Fuck you on the beach, then order UberEats
Come to this crib in Lamborghini trucks, then lose my keys
New hairdo, she do it big, the stack just for the wig
Tinted windows on the whip, Richard on her wrist
Look at how I live, this young nigga rich (Huh)
A car wash every day, that dirty money bliss
Cocaine residue all on my Fendi shoes
Wanna see you shine, that’s if we win or lose
Told her she can pick my casket and my favorite suit (Yeah)
We pray we only lasted if we kept it true (True)
Move you to Miami, that’s how gangsters play (Boss)
Ass filling out her Fashion Nova every day
Time is money, and it’s been a minute now
She a centerfold, every night I pin it down

[Chorus: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me (Hold it down)
‘Cause you told me you would be my everything (Hold it down)
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Put it on me, baby, yeah)
We could hustle this together, you and me (Oh, yeah)
‘Cause I told you I could be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me (Baby)

[Outro: Summer Walker]
All I ask is that you hold it down for me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me, baby
We could hustle this together, you and me
‘Cause I told you I would be your everything
If it’s love, then baby, put it on me

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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first?
I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll?
Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music

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[Intro]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

[Chorus: John Legend]
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)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Flows mind-blowing, these niggas switching the topic
All drick-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 side, convicted you with verdict
Play 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 Cand Lady allure?
Money overboard, the kilos washin’ ashore
Pains on the boy, 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 the 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 paitin’ you all my sins
Warhol, Art Basel how it’s so soft
More raw till Hov cut the ‘fro off

[Chorus: John Legend]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 auto pilot, got a larger closet
I’m at target practice, you at Target shoppin’
Second hand smoke got her vision fallin’ 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
So Triple H, my God, I’m so sky high
Comin’ down from the night sky, like a lightening rod
Shine like some ice, nice fives like a kite flyin’
No strings attached, we replace it with a lifeline
Out of body feelin’, out our clothes and our right mind
Baby, ride me like a bumpy road to the high rise, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) 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

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Hell of a year, true colors exposed
Crowns on these clowns, it’s like you colored they nose
We talking skillset or popularity goals
When you speak truth to the power, your popularity grows
Peers switch gears out of relevance or fear
When their name’s not as hot as who they wanna stand near
All you niggas weird, how could you compare
When you say you been rich but we need that shit like veneers
For every hundred thousand dollar chain I see
On a thousandaire’s neck, that I dare not be
Young nigga, old nigga, you all the same to me
Just one slick tweet from treading dangerously
Rare form, airborne since Clairborne
Been fly like a runway was cleared for him
White wedding, Vogue had the exclusive
Any blemish on my past was prostitution
Sit back and let them draw their own conclusions
A picture’s worth a thousand words, Mr. Houston
You wonder why cocaine’s up in every song?
When music fell cocaine righted every wrong
White Ferrari Bo Derek
But the inside’s black standing boll legged
Go home and go get it
Your Miami rental cars are sleeping in my garage motherfuckers

[Chorus: John Legend]
Glidin’ through the city to my place (My place)
It feels like we’re floatin up in outer space
(And you can still) 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