[Intro]

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

[Chorus: T-Pain]

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)

You gotta see it (Ayy)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Martin Louis the King Jr.

Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you

If B.I. was alive, he'd probably have the two-tone

With the Grey Poupon, anything Ye poop on

Will explode, 'cause I am the shit

And this is my commode, uh-oh, there they go

Talking 'bout how your boy clothes extra tight

I just remembered that my limelight extra bright

I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype

You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke

We know who not getting no sex tonight

And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right?

So all the shit you talking dead, coffin

Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in

Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas

What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus

Well, who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's

[Chorus: T-Pain & Rick Ross]

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)

You gotta see it (Ayy)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music (Boss)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians

Shades in all shades, these made of rhodium

Used to be the Oldsmo', hoes call it "O-lo"

Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo

'57, '62, tell me how you wanna move

Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue (Yeah)

I was barely gettin' pretty women

Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter

Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga

Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender

Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner

So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender?

I'm a boss and I'm ridin' like a small vault

Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off, yeah, Ross

[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back

Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh)

You gotta see it (Ayy)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music (Well alright, hehe)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole

Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl

Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll

That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes

I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you

And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do

Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through

Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too

Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic

I'm on my feet like tough-actin' Tinactin

I'm running this shit, you should try tackling

Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate

You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him

The Kurt Cobain, the Andre three stacks, and then

I'm back to doin' shit like I dos it, Maybach Music

[Chorus: T-Pain & Lil Wayne]

Hey, realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (Yeah)

Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (Young Mula, baby)

Ayy, can you believe it? (Woah-oh-oh, ow)

You gotta see it (Ayy)

'Cause I don't plan on goin' broke, put that on my Maybach

'Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach music

To my Maybach music