Tom: Bb minor
Verse 1
music
I like this Maybach music
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!
Verse 2
Dm
B
Em
Am
Come and take a ride
Em
Billionaire
Yayo
Verse 3
Justice League
Blood for a D- Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the
Am
Got the baddest women in the
C
Am
world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss,
Verse 4
F
Revenue incredible, it put
Columbia to Mexico,
Am
I figure there was a better route
Look at me, a model now
Dm
C
Am
Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
they shot 'em down
Verse 5
colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed,
name synonymous with Mi- Yayo
Am
Instrumental that are mental,
Dm
Am
Maybach kind of mental
C
Dm
400 off the lot, the block is monumental
Am
Verse 6
your money can't buy
Am
C
Like Heaven in the sky,
Dm
F
In the rear, so many instruments I hear
Dm
Tucked behind curtain,
F
Am
no sign to fear, Ross!
I'm higher than a leer
C
Am
This Maybach music,
designer shit I wear
C
Dm
May cause you to lose it
Verse 7
Close your eyes and inhale
F
the smoke
Am
the realest shit I wrote, nigga
F
C
5 ounces, take a toke
Am
Of this Maybach music,
Dm
the realest shit I wrote
F
Boss!
Verse 8
F
Em
Young!
Fuck it then!
Dm
Black
Verse 9
Maybach, white seas,
F
Dm
black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney
F
Am
and Mike fighting
You know, The Girl Is Mine
Dm
Am
Life's A Bitch,
Em
so The Whole World Is Mine
C
Am
Em
the curtains are drawn
Am
Dm
Per fectly like a Picasso,
Am
Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player,
Em
Am
40- 40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
Dm
They said it was not so
Verse 10
things that money can't buy
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride
Dm
On the road to the riches,
C
F
reach my Final Destination
Am
And the lair, closer to a leer
Em
C
Am
Say a Prayer, hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here,
Em
C
baby, yeah
Dm
But I don't see the ending
Verse 11
Dm
through
C
Dm
these millionaire lenses
F
Just the Two M's on the emblem
Am
C
The partition roof, translucent an
Dm
Whereigerators, where Ace of Spades,
Verse 12
or two I store
my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending,
'cause I don't do stories
Am
F
Am
Shawn Corey, real rap
Dm
Em
Am
Dm
peel back
Dm
Realest
Verse 13
shit I ever wrote,
F
Dm
chillin' in my Maybach
8- track episodes,
F
been doing this since way back
Am
Dm
Am
Since way back, since way back
8- track episodes,
Dm
been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote,
been doing this since way back
Am
Since way back, since way back
8- track episodes,
Em
been doing this since way back!
Verse 14
We got too much cake
Dm
They pinching pennies, while I'm
Verse 15
F
muscling for meals
Dm
And that muscle be that muzzle,
F
Dm
when I stuff it in your grill
Am
Stuffed shells, thanks to crack, I crack
G
Dm
Am
Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
F
Dm
Imposters, got cha!
Verse 16
Dm
Boy, I got an eagle view,
slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so
F
Am
many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Dm
Am
Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Ma
Verse 17
Dm
Waiting on my Suge Knight
One nation under God,
since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta play my part
Am
Never will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers
C
Dm
coming from the other side
Am
Dm
Some things your money
Verse 18
can't buy
Dm
I'm large, my black car
F
Dm
Menagin' black broads,
massage for frauds
F
I'm livin' large, my fat rocks
Am
I see the kill in the field
Am
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped,
Em
C
mopped and dropped
Em
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