“Maybach Music 3” by Rick Ross featuring T.I., Jadakiss, and Erykah Badu is a well-regarded hip-hop song from Rick Ross’s 2010 album “Teflon Don.” The track showcases impressive rap verses from all the artists, with Erykah Badu adding soulful vocals. Its luxurious production and successful collaboration have earned it praise among hip-hop fans. Check out the Maybach Music III Lyrics, Video, and Download here…

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Rick Ross f/ T.I., Jadakiss & Erykah Badu – Maybach Music 3

Maybach Music III Lyrics

My garage is flawless, under a hundred thou’ ain’t allowedMaybach triple white like I’m riding in a cloudNo denim on my seats, baby you gon’ need a towelRide sexy through the city, see me you will be arousedMy bankroll so well endowed,Pull bitches from M-I-A to A-T-L in styleAnd in crowds catch me in town, on the strip in VegasChilling, filling bitches faces with babiesBitch bite your tongue, this just ain’t a MercedesTell the A.T.F. I’m riding with another 3-80That’s my car cost, y’all thought I would fall offThat was just a small loss, we can have a ball offFly to N.Y., meet me at the WaldorfHistorian architecture VictorianRiding in the past like you’re driving a DeLoreanHard times, never heard of those in the ‘BachMy feet kicked up, get my dick sucked with the curtains closedAnd for the record kid, my final question isHow your bitch gon’ feel in thatWhen you two pull up next to this?Ha ha ha ha, Maybach Music nigga!

Everybody knows, how the story goesMoney and the clothes, they gon’ come and goBut guess who stays the same? You gon’ see my nameStroll real slow, with the curtains low

Yo, piff that I’m blowing on is fucking up the ozonePlus I keep a dope line similar to Cold Stone’sIce cream, pipe dreamsIs what they have when I pull up in that light thingI put a hurting on, I got the curtains drawnWhoever ain’t getting shitted on, I’m squirting onI’m in the six-deuce, fifty-sevens for the healthChopper in the trunk, .45 for the beltBunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna meltLive for your kids, die for yourselfBottles in the sky if you ride for the wealthPeas on the block, pies on the shelfIf I ain’t in the back of the ‘Bach, I ain’t in nothing elseHaha, I’m something else

Everybody knows how the story goesMoney and the clothes, they gon’ come and goBut guess who stays the same?You gon’ see the nameStroll real slow

Uh (justice league)Cigar pleaseI came alive like a moth in the summer timeJapanese wheel blades all samuraiShine brighter than them bitches on the other sideTime to make a blind motherfucker recognizeAmmunition got the competition nonexistentHad to bubble crack but didn’t have a pot to piss itI’ll double that, how dare you try to knock a nigga?Street scholar, graduated no father figureStill tote chrome, check my chromosomesMeet me halfway with things and a mobile homeMoney machines, yeah they ring like a mobile phoneI’m a seven-up, I need a coca-cola loanI’m in the hood like I’m James EvansCashmere hand-made sweaterMe and money got a vendettaLooking back, to tell the truth I could’ve did betta’Parents never had a good jobNow it’s Black American Express cards, uh

Rozay!

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