Maybach (feat. Future) - 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I ain't about to play with these niggas feel me? I'm 'bout to get these bags ya dig? Future, hold up, wassup Good drink, good drink We ain't playing with these Freebandz, Freebandz I just be, I just be getting it I just be getting it I just be getting it You know what I'm saying? Showing improvement Getting fetti ya dig? Laying low in a Maybach Spraying at you like an Arab Streets having you going crazy I got my young niggas going crazy Masked up nigga everyday Got the sharp stick with me everyday Half a pound in the ash tray Burn it down nigga while I wait Burn it down on good drink On good drink, on good drink Money long get your money long Get these yellow diamonds I ain't had to call Ridin' low like an esse Getting doped up that's everyday Hermes on me every day Keep some Cartier on me every day Fuck a bitch in a big way And I hit her right on the staircase Hit that mouth I go bareface When I'm in that mouth I go bareface Pain pills took a double dose Gotta bank roll with some iron on me They told you I was real, real nigga They wasn't lying on me I get better and better with time don't I? Drinking codeine like wine don't I? Step on the scene, got diamonds on me It's a dirty game, nigga dying in it The black range got a rind in it Hit her throat then dive in it Flip an officer, switch sides in it Niggas switching sides, they some pie niggas Thank god they ain't my niggas Stacked tall like I'm hiding it Steal a car use for Friday night To hotbox at the ride in Fire coups now I ride in it Jimmy Choo I just vibe in 'em I don't dab in 'em I just vibe in 'em Boss nigga with a vibe with him I ain't never tryna be a side nigga Never tryna be a crap nigga Take a champagne bath nigga Take a real champagne bath nigga You can hit him with that yopper now I'mma gon' hit her and pay the tab nigga You the one talking down with 'em When a nigga turn around, tryna stab niggas Laying low in a Maybach Spraying at you like an Arab Streets having you going crazy I got my young niggas going crazy Masked up nigga everyday Got the sharp stick with me everyday Half a pound in the ash tray Burn it down nigga while I wait Burn it down on good drink On good drink, on good drink Money long get your money long Get these yellow diamonds like honeycomb Ridin' low like an esse Getting doped up that's everyday Hermes on me every day Keep some Cartier on me every day Styrofoams in the Phantom on me Few racks with a hammer on me Gotta move around cause them cameras on me Gotta keep it cool when them cameras on me Live and learn and I'm still going Money burn and I'm still going Count it up and I'm still going I just count it up and I'm still going High-tech and I'm still pouring Got high-tech and I'm still pouring Designer-signer man it's all on me I got fathers diamonds and they all on me Real cash nigga ball with it Gotta bend over in the stall in it I'mma rich nigga so I fall in it Really it ain't none of y'all business Dick, she stand tall in it Flip her on her stomach then crawl in it Pocket bands have a ball with 'em Percocets have a ball with 'em Pouring up act a dog with it Taliban game AK, big rings like MJ Audemar with a big face Laying low in a Maybach Spraying at you like an Arab Streets having you going crazy I got my young niggas going crazy Masked up nigga everyday Got the sharp stick with me everyday Half a pound in the ash tray Burn it down nigga while I wait Burn it down on good drink On good drink, on good drink Money long get your money long Get these yellow diamonds like honeycomb Ridin' low like an esse Getting doped up that's everyday Hermes on me every day Keep some Cartier on me every day Never tryna be a side nigga Never tryna be a crap nigga Take a champagne bath nigga Take a real champagne bath nigga You can hit him with that yopper now I'mma gon' hit her and pay the tab nigga You the one talking down with 'em When a nigga turn around, tryna stab niggas

Let's go V:RGO Детето сос В моя Maybach с твойта май бях или май спах Ти си try hard, аз съм nice, ве, аз съм айляк Дай пак, върни го назад, аре дай пак Кай как, как напрай ся тоя хайп трак В един момент съм с Rick, в следващия слагам Найка Стана ми кат тик да ходя в най-близката банка Ний сме мръсна глутница - искат да праят хайка Идваме от улицата - тя е баща и майка Майка ти да е банички пекла Прай са на тежка, ма в присъствието ми омекна Banana split- тез ко ми са чекнат Правя хит след хит, курви не са ми в интереса Аз съм мега lit, да, дай ми целия pressure, да Shape-вам са под него, за да блестя като диамант Не chase-вам нито путки, не не chase-вам нит хартията Те идват сами при мен, от соса ми привличат са Те идват сами, без да докосна ги събличат са При всякви обстоятелства сме топа, не отричай т'ва Кат им казах, че ше прая песен с Димо, смяха са Ся сме в топа на България и чувам само Не ма съди, че харча, флексвам, щот събирах стинки едва Не го мисля много, щото винаги печеля Изпадат в екстаз Споко аз съм екстра Твойта пак ма sex-ства Ма не ма привлича и без тва В моя Maybach с твойта май бях или май спах Ти си try hard, аз съм nice, ве, аз съм айляк Дай пак, върни го назад, аре дай пак Кай как, как напрай ся тоя хайп трак В един момент съм с Rick, в следващия слагам Найка Стана ми кат тик да ходя в най-близката банка Ний сме мръсна глутница - искат да праят хайка Идваме от улицата - тя е баща и майка Бургаска акула На фийт със варненска чайка Някой да вика пожарна Че запали майка Кой бачка личи си Във банката запетайка Всички обичат кеша Ма аз си плащам със карта Във днешния свят Всеки робува на марка Слага чисто черен грим И за т'ва е бунтарка Ходила във Рим Ма не е стъпвала в парка Не може да казва "не" За тва за мен е жалка Имах грам да дам Ама няам ся Че не спазвам социалните норми - извиняам са Не ми са обиждай брат ми,ебаам са Не съм тънкообиден като тебе,щото няам срам Леш потрес Всичко дето виждам не стаа за украса даже Слуша чалга Ма кат е сама Соса я маже маже Чиста за пред хората Кат извадиш смукачка братче Прай са на добричка За цяла лига игран мач е В моя Maybach с твойта май бях или май спах Ти си try hard, аз съм nice, ве, аз съм айляк Дай пак, върни го назад, аре дай пак Кай как, как напрай ся тоя хайп трак В един момент съм с Rick, в следващия слагам Найка Стана ми кат тик да ходя в най-близката банка Ний сме мръсна глутница - искат да праят хайка Идваме от улицата - тя е баща и майка

Ich fick' sie im Maybach Ich fick' sie im Maybach, jaja Ich fick' sie im Maybach, jaja Ich fick' sie im Maybach, jaja Ich fick' sie im Maybach Ich fick' sie im Maybach ey Ich fick' sie im Maybach Spritz' auf ihr Kleid, Mann Sie ist 'ne Hoe, sie hat's verdient Ich fick' sie nur einmal, jaja Sie sagt, "Komm zweimal! Bitte noch einmal!" Würd' ich auf kein'n Fall Sie steigt ausm Maybach Ich kiffe im Maybach Und dreh' mir 'n Zweiblatt Holländer Haze, rauch' es allein Ich schicke nicht weiter, nein, nein Nur Junks rauchen Eimer Pisser, geh weiter Kiff mal dein Kraut, ich bin Genießer Hasch aus der Heimat, jaja Cîroc im Maybach Zwei Liter, wie einfach Ich häng' auf Alk, ihr wollt es auch Doch du bist zu klein, Mann, jaja Ich fühle die Geister Und leg' mir 'ne Line, ja Pures Cocaine, fick mal dein Speed Doch niemals mit Weibern, nein, nein Oh, nein, nein, Mann, ich häng' auf Jay-Z-Vi-Vi-Vibe, Vibe Bin so high wie Amy Wi-Wi-Winehouse Yo, verbrenne das Geld Du fragst, "Wieso?", ja, weil's mir gefällt! Oh, nein, nein, Mann, ich häng' auf Jay-Z-Vi-Vi-Vibe, Vibe Bin so high wie Amy Wi-Wi-Winehouse Yo, verbrenne das Geld Du fragst, "Wieso?", ja, weil's mir gefällt! Schon wieder im Maybach Ich fahre ihn einhand 500 Pferde Alles im Einklang, jaja Wir machen's wie keiner Komm' in mei'm Maybach Besser als deiner Doch niemals mit Weibern Niemals, niemals, niemals, uh Frag dein'n Anwalt, ob er Soufi kennt Izumi Gang, trag' kein Gucci, auch kein'n Louis-Dreck Ai, frag dein'n Anwalt, ob er Soufi kennt Der Marokk da, latzt mich hart, siebzig Riesen bar Ai, frag die Pisser, ob sie Schüsse woll'n Dann regnet's Blei auf Kommando, willst du Biggie sein? Hah? Willst du wirklich dieser Biggie sein? Dann fällst du gleich, Diggi, mies, fick die Polizei Oh, nein, nein, Mann, ich häng' auf Jay-Z-Vi-Vi-Vibe, Vibe Bin so high wie Amy Wi-Wi-Winehouse Yo, verbrenne das Geld Du fragst, "Wieso?", ja, weil's mir gefällt! Oh, nein, nein, Mann, ich häng' auf Jay-Z-Vi-Vi-Vibe, Vibe Bin so high wie Amy Wi-Wi-Winehouse Yo, verbrenne das Geld Du fragst, "Wieso?", ja, weil's mir gefällt! Yeah Azzlack, Baby Soufi, S-O-T-T Was hab'n wir gemacht, Alter? Frizzo

Forges on the Lambo, we got cameras on the mantle Forges on the Lambo, we got cameras on the mantle Backseat of the Phantom, this the mob just like Sopranos Hot just like a candle, we had opps and I bought ammo We got Glocks and you get popped, life a gamble Bulletproof Maybach, chopper on the seat Chopper like Ajax cleaning up the streets If you smoke, get your payback and keep it in the streets Hundred thousand needs, Virgil on the feet Make out with the Draco, make love when you bleed Diamonds big ol' karats, making Bugs Bunny freeze They gon' have him rest, I put my cuz on the team R.I.P. the pistol, we was thugs on the scene Blood, sweat and tears, I been grinding shit for years I done popped another pill, I'm tryna keep my temper chill Put that money to my ear 'cause only racks is what I hear Only God is who I fear, and I need equity and deals PJ flying in the G5 Thinkin' 'bout the shit I was gonna do with the money when I was knee-high Shit get serious, T.I Remember my nigga got killed 'cause he took that niggas .35 Investing all my bills, I was tryna get out the Northside I ain't told no lie, I been having .45 Go look she proud of me, I slow down Bulletproof the president, you never know it go down Living in the fast life, momma told me need to slow down Forges on the Lambo, we got cameras on the mantle Backseat of the Phantom, this the mob just like Sopranos Hot just like a candle, we had opps and I bought ammo We got Glocks and you get popped, life a gamble Bulletproof Maybach, chopper on the seat Chopper like Ajax cleaning up the streets If you smoke, get your payback and keep it in the streets Hundred thousand needs, Virgil on the feet Make out with the Draco, make love when you bleed Diamonds big ol' karats, making Bugs Bunny freeze They gon' have him rest, I put my cuz on the team R.I.P the pistol, we was thugs on the scene Yeah, took a Tesla pill (ok) I'm up like fuck, I need to rest for real I know all these hoes wanna fuck 'cause I got sex appeal I gotta keep a pole in the truck in case I gotta kill Different way home when I cut, you know I got a meal (skrr, skrr) Catch me outside, I'm on my Dr. Phil Heard you got a crib in your song but what you got for real? I sleep where I own, look bruh, I got expensive bills I be spending so damn much that my accountant losing count I got bitches on my dick that's tryna fuck with me for clout I need backup 'fore I walk up in this club or bitch I'm out Too much jewelry in my room, I'm just gon' fuck her on my couch I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah, I know Why my ex keep speaking on me? 'Cause she know that I'm the GOAT I be high but just off weed, these L.A. bitches be on coke I be moving with security but still I wanna tote I'ma benefit the people that don't fuck with me for me Tryna sneak into my circle then they think that I don't peep Bought Lamborghini, ya heard, that bitch faster than that Jeep I make plays that last forever, I make money in my sleep Niggas think shit sweet because the internet Beefing over interviews for streams, can't get into that Niggas really pussy when they see me, there ain't none of that Niggas out here fiending for my bitch, but you ain't touching that I just came from Vegas, I just lost another 50 At Beyonce party, I just chopped it up with Drizzy Niggas say you switched up, but I didn't, I'm just busy Looking at these diamonds way too long will make me dizzy

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)