[Intro: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
Oh, I see how this shit go now
I see how these n***as moving
It's not a problem
I can adapt to it
Check

[Verse: Rick Ross]
When you get a lil' paper, get ready for haters
They standing in line, they all suffer from vapors (Woo)
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint (Ugh)
Bitch look at my face, I'm a grown-ass man
I'm buying real estate (Ugh) and I'm building my plans
Can't name a realer place (Ugh), going gram for gram
And all the killers, they know who the fuck I am
Look in a n***a face (Woo), watch me count my grams
My dog my trigger mate (Woo), and we bout them games
I'm talking trigger play (Woo), never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made 'em drop that case
My lawyers going hard (Yeah), a n***a versus the state
Just bought another car (Ugh), had to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she-a suck that cock
'Cause when you seen with me (Haha), I'ma up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
A n***a cheese dripping (Yeah), I like my nachos hot
As far as green n***as, yeah, you might get got (Bow!)
Breaking down my key, tryna see me the most (Most)
Greenhouse on the couch, n***as seeing me toast (Toast)
N***as making them threats, you could put 'em on Twitter (Ha)
But out of respect, I handle mine like a killer
I'm running the city like a pair of new J's
Maybe the patent 11s, I got these hoes in a daze (Okay)
Panamera parade (Okay) sippin Circ lemonade (Okay)
Baby, drop me a eighth (Okay) and baby boy straight (Okay)
In the back of the ghost, I can hear no whispers
In the back of your mind, you wanna be that n***a
[Break: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
Ugh
Maybach Music
Ugh

[Outro: DJ Scream]
Know I said it to y'all once
And I'ma say it to y'all again
See, this right here?
This ain't no ordinary music, n***a
This the finest music on the planet (Maybach Music)
N***a, this that Maybach Music
Rick Ross
Rich Forever
Now, turn the fucking volume up!