Тональность: E minor•
Intro 1
Em
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Bm
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Em
Bm
D
G
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C
Bm
A
Em
C
Verse 1
C
Realest
G
A
shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
C
G
Whatever I send out homie
A
C
Em
whoa you gotta see it
G
I don't plan on going broke put
C
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas
Em
G
can't take that
A
Listen to my Maybach music,
C
Em
to my Maybach mu sic
A
Martin Louis the King Jr. Starting,
Verse 2
C
all that stuntin' is gonna ruin ya
Em
A
B.I. was alive he probably had a two tone
C
With the Grey Poupon
Bm
Any thing yay poop on
Em
G
Will explode
A
C
Cause I am the shit and this is my commode
Uh oh there they go
D
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Talking about how ya boy clothes extra tight
C
I just remember that
Bm
my limelight extra bright
Em
G
A
I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype,
C
You hit the strip club and girls
D
A
We know who not getting no sex tonight
C
Bm
And a lap dance will probably
be a blessing right.
Em
G
A
So all the shit you talking dead, coffin
C
Light the weed coughing,
new crib loftin'
Em
D
Where it's at? Austin,
C
Em
What's in front? Benz's, what
else? Lexus
Well who's Maybach
Verse 3
Em
G
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling
C
G
Whatever I send out homie
G
A
C
Em
Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it
G
I don't plan on going broke put
C
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas
Em
G
can't take that
A
C
Listen to my Maybach music,
Em
to my Maybach music
A
Boss!
Verse 4
C
Em
D
Kush burn like petroleum
A
Crib need custodians
C
Shades in all shades
Bm
Em
These made erodium
G
Use to be the Oldsmo
Am
Hoes call it oh low
C
Now I got so many horses
Em
Bitches call me Polo
A
5762 tell me how ya wanna move
C
Yea you know I got them both,
Bm
Em
Beat your ass black and blue
G
A
I was barely getting pretty women
winners like kitty litter
Em
A
Any winter Fendi denim
like a slender nigga
C
Bm
Looking in the mirror I can see
Em
the real contender
G
A
Celery for even Gregory I'm on my dinner
C
So what the fuck is ya telling
Em
me other than your gender
A
I'm a boss and I'm riding like a small fault,
C
Em
Niggas make your wheels and ride
C
'til they fall off yea Ross!
Verse 5
Em
G
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling
C
G
Whatever I send out homie
G
A
C
Em
Can you believe it, whoa you gotta see it
G
I don't plan on going broke put
C
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas
Em
G
can't take that
A
C
Listen to my Maybach music,
Em
to my Maybach music
A
Verse 6
Em
D
All black Maybach
A
I'm sitting in the asshole
C
Classy as a mother still
B
Bm
gutter like a bad bowl
Em
G
A
Benjamin Franklin on x how the cash row
C
That's right them mill
due like damn clothes
Em
D
I eat ya mill too
Bm
up like the navy seal do
Em
G
Sweet as banana split
A
every time I peel through,
C
Fresher than will smith and uncle Phil too
Em
D
Bm
Watching T-V in in the Maybach in traffic,
C
Bm
I'm on my feet like tough
G
I'm running this shit
A
You should try tackling,
C
Lil Wayne in one word immaculate,
C
D
Bm
You see the Biggie, you see the Jay,
Bm
The Kurt Cobain, the Andre
three stacks
Em
C
And then I'm back to doing shit like
Em
I do sing Maybach music
G
A
Realest shit I ever wrote chilling in my Maybach
Verse 7
C
Whatever I send out homie
A
C
Em
whoa you gotta see it
G
I don't plan on going broke put
C
Cause I'm in it to win now niggas
Em
G
can't take that
A
C
Listen to my Maybach music,
Outro 1
to my Maybach music
Em
C
G
Em
Em
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