Maybach Music Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]What is this? Maybach
music
I like this Maybach music
Sweet!
Ha ha ha!

[Verse 2]
Come and take [Dm]a ride[B][Em][Am]
Come [F]and take a ride
[Em]Billionaire
Yayo

[Verse 3]
Justice League
[Dm]57 years, yes!
Blood for a D- Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the
[F]engineer to record
[Am]Got the baddest women in the
world for [C]me to feed [Am]on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss,
blowing weed [Dm]up

[Verse 4]
Revenue incredible, [F]it put
me on a pedes[Dm]tal
Columbia to Mexico,
I figure there was a better [Am]route
Look at me, a model now
Models [Dm]and b[C]ottles '[Am]round
A Blood holla', ballin'
But the boys in [Dm]blue,
they shot 'em down

[Verse 5]
Gang- [Dm]affiliated,
colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed,
name synonymous with Mi- Yayo
Instru[Am]mental that are mental,
Maybach kind of [Dm]mental[Am]
400 off the lot, the [C]block is [Dm]monumental
[Am]

[Verse 6]
Some thing[Dm]s
your money can't buy
[Am]Like [C]Heaven in the sky,
[Em]even a better ride
[Dm]In the rear, so many i[F]nstruments I hear
[Dm]Tucked behind curtain,
[F]no sign to fear, [Am]Ross!
I'm higher than a leer
This [C]Maybach mu[Am]sic,
designer shit I wear
May cause [C]you to lose [Dm]it

[Verse 7]
Close your eyes and inhale
[F]the smoke
It's May[Dm]bach music,
the realest shit I wrote, [Am]nigga
5 ounces, [F]take a [C]toke
[Am]Of this Maybach music,
the realest [Dm]shit I wrote
[F]Boss!

[Verse 8]
[F]Young![Em]
Fuck it then!
[Dm]Black

[Verse 9]
Maybach, white seas,
[F]black pip[Dm]ing
Remind me of Paul McCartney
and [F]Mike [Am]fighting
You know, The Girl Is Mine
[Dm]Life's [Am]A Bitch,
so The Whole World [Em]Is Mine
[Dm]The six- deuce long,
the cur[C]tains are [Am]drawn[Em]
[Am]Per [Dm]fectly like a Picasso,
Rembrandts and [Am]Rocco's
I'm a major player,
[Em]40- [Am]40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They [Dm]said it was not so
[F]Certain

[Verse 10]
things that money can't buy
[Em]Like being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride
I'm [Dm]like G- Rap with
better transport[F]ation
[Dm]On the road to the riches,
reach my Final [C]Destin[F]ation
And the [Am]lair, closer to a leer
Say [Em]a Pray[C]er, hope [Am]I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here,
[Em]baby, [C]yeah
[Dm]But I don't see the ending

[Verse 11]
[Dm]through
these millionaire [C]lenses[Dm]
Just the Two M's [F]on the emblem
[Am]The partition roof[C], translucent an
[Am]d Humador
Whereigerators, where Ace of [Dm]Spades,

[Verse 12]
or two I store
[Dm]True story,
my closet is like two stories
Straight to the happy ending,
'cause I don't do stories
[Am]Shawn Corey, real [F]rap[Am]
The Maybach [C]is bananas,
[Dm]peel [Em]back[Am][Dm]
You feel [C]that?
[Em]Young! C'mon!
[Dm]Realest

[Verse 13]
shit I ever wrote,
[F]chillin' in my May[Dm]bach
8- track episodes,
been [F]doing this since way back
[Am]Since way back, since way [Dm]back[Am]
8- track episodes,
been doing this since way [Dm]back!
Realest shit I ever wrote,
chillin' [F]in my Maybach
8- track [Dm]episodes,
been doing this since way back
[Am]Since way back, since way back
8- track episodes,
been doing [Em]this since way back!
[F]Boss!

[Verse 14]
Can't be stopped [Em]now
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,
when I stuff [F]it in [Dm]your grill
Stuffed [Am]shells, thanks to crack, I crack
[G]Crab an[Dm]d lob[Am]sters, not all mobsters
Im[F]posters, [Dm]got cha!

[Verse 16]
Boy, I got an eagle [Dm]view,
slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so
many people [F]out for [Am]me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a [Dm]killer's intu[Am]ition
Holding on that mack 11, Ma
[Dm]chiavelli premonition

[Verse 17]
Waiting [Dm]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
coming [C]from [Dm]the other side
[Am]Some thing[Dm]s your money

[Verse 18]
can't buy
Like [C]Heaven in the sky,
[Em]even a better ride
[Dm]I'm large, my black car
[F]Menagin' black broads,[Dm]
massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, [F]my fat rocks
[Am]I see the kill in the field
of hip- [Dm]hop
[Am]Runnin' up on the car, you get popped,
[Em]mopped and [C]dropped
I'm the [F]Boss!
[Em]