MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Tupac Back

[Rick Ross]
Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these bitches screaming that Tupac back
All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin’
Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen
Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby
But I’m stacking my paper, I need a brand new Mercedes
They screaming Tupac back, Tupac back
There’s all these btiches screaming that Tupac back

[Meek Mill]
Huh, Tupac back, I’m 2 glocks strapped
Rolling down in Philly this the new Iraq
Soon as I hit the the hood they screaming who got wacked
It’s a recession on the work, I’m screaming who got crack
I’m sippin Hennessy, riding on my muthafucking enemies
Sliding in the back screamin MMG (Maybach Music)
10 bitches and they dime so it’s Tennessee
Hail Mary, put my wrist on froze
Presidential is gold, nigga play with my money my Jeweller lifting his soul
40 kick like in soccer? Bullets hittin’ the goal

Bitch I’m like John Wall cause I just give em and go
Plotting on this new 7, I can picture me rolling
Pockets look like they pregnant because them bitches is swollen
Got a ? my cologne, all them snitches could hold em
Look at them muthafuckin’ wheels, them bitches is stolen
They screamin’?

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Mommy a soldier, daddy is dead
Catch the nigga that did it, and we gon’ carry his head
Fuck 911, tell em have him in?
Talking Death Row records, tell em have me a chair
Let it burn, I’m screaming free my nigga Earl?
He’s due in, no hestitation we can’t even get a turn
And my Mackaveli CD then I listened than I learned
Grabbed my Mac above the dresser, my OG’s say hold it firm
I’m dreaming spitting with Pac, cyphers with BIG
Try to send me upstate with the license ?
Had me scraping ym wax, sleeping, my knife in the bed
Got a nigga on point like there’sa price on my head
I going max, got me knocking suckers and they back
In the cell, raising hell, tryna get back to the trap
But don’t ever get it twisted it’s Meek Mill spittin’ facts
Plus somebody said they seen it and they mean it so they steady screaming

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. Nas – This Thing Of Ours

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sometimes I get so fucking paranoid
Reminiscing on how them bricks keep going back and forth
I ask the lord for everything I lack and more
Last thing on my mind was slamming Caddy doors
I just made up my mind, I’m grindin’ like a boss
Dedicated our lives, sacrifices we lost
Fatal mistakes, talking laws of attraction
The paper I’m making, I upgraded my fashion
Everything tailor-made, floss is my passion
Loyalty came first, number one rule in the faction
Follow my actions, came in it ’06
Planted my flag, bitch I’m taking no shit
I toted them toolies, I bullied the bullies
I made a few hits, my bank account Jewish
Niggas is minor, the money manure
I’m thinking like Heinemann, Godfather the 4th
It was never filmed, therefore never seen
It was never him, that’s what these haters scream
I wrote the script, I was sipping lean
Now meet the myth, I brought along my triple beam

[Hook: Omarion]
This thing of ours
It’s a mafioso
You ain’t never know though
Never gon’ know so
No never, no never, no never
No, no, no, no

[Verse 2: Wale]
This reefer the sweetest
Got me thinking much deeper
They don’t rap for a reason
This is rather convenient
Spend money with my team
Make my money from hustle
Women love you for fee
Niggas hate you for nothing
Never hate you in public
Better let they eyes tell it
Ain’t even 5’11″, what the fuck you got scared of
I’m a loose cannon, screws damaged
And I do think hip hop music needs some newer standards
Hardest working conglomerate
And that’s word to my mama
Getting up in they mental
Get ‘em outta their garments
Adamantly coming at whoever call up for drama
Just know that DC, Philly, Ohio, Miami got us
Private jet over water, knotty dread, got no barber
I see feds, I go that way, that DMV shit saw us
When you young and you black
They see you as a target
So before them foamposites get ya lawyer in order

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nas]
The don of all don’s since you wanna call me something
All of a sudden, niggas ball and stuntin’
Ya’ll just started pulling on Havanas
Pull ya car, ya spineless
Where ya heart, I know where mine is
A don is one who accept things he cannot change
Only thing I accept I cannot change is getting old and dying
Gold medallion, over my son chest
He’ll hold it down when I sunset
What does death mean to me?
I never owned the concept, I was here
I’m just a spirit, lets get one thing clear
Everything segue’s into each other
One thing is just an extension of the other
My kid to me, I am my children through history
Of Stand up men and stand up women
I am existing I was conceived to break bread with kings
And make connections
We haven’t met yet
My reputation you’ve stuck with
Until we have our formal introduction
That’s enough
But every male is not a man
So some of those that will hold out they hand wont understand
This thing of ours

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Self Made

Self made
Gotta handle your own
I’m a handle mine

[Verse 1: Wale]
They tried and tell me I don’t fit up in this motha fucka
Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus
I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I’m rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by the cooler yea you niggas don’t get no tick
Bitch I think I’m Jean Wolf (don’t know correcct spelling)
A dog nigga, ballin’ bitch
Fly as Ricky steam boat
Me and my Moschino
I don’t wear no 501′s
1000 dollar jeans flow
It’s funny I’m gucci man all the slates gone
I’m winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It’s funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than state farm

Wale Folarin somethin they can’t ever smoke
Weed I can’t pronounce man
This shit would leave Rosetta stoned

This man can single handedly save the culture
You got no spark you need some lighter man you sammy sosa
So get it right ok you ballin and I’m with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I’m riding doughnuts

Picture me rollin’
Young, handsome and focused
Got that vision of pac
And though my branding is Oprah
Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be all of it
Yea, I’m just a poet with some hangtime
I don’t really shakespeare
I just shake dice

Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane TSA can kiss my ass
Lord forgive me I’m trying know I ain’t living right
But this card I’m trickin’ with got no limit right
In this life you dead wrong or ain’t living right
They on my ass like a center make them take a hike

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
It’s MMG baby
The dream team
I made it myself
Guess I’m self made
Fire starter put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
I’m so fucking raw haters hoping that I catch AIDS
Motivated just from being broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke
They’d probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
Instead the lock me in the cell just for sellin dope
When people used to ask if I was signed I would tell them no
Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knocking at the door screaming let me in
Tell the owner hit the locks when we stepping in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don’t wanna let me win
Nah, niggas they don’t wanna let me win
But I’m a build it ground up, once again
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to when they came, deportion
Make’m forefeit and I’m porshin 600 horses
911, somebody call’em
Kemba Walker crossem over, somebody fallin
Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin
I’m at the dealer and I hear that Maserati callin
Black and white diamonds looking like my neck be vollyballin
And this presi lookin like somebody pottied on it
I don’t gotta join illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
I’m just ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body

[Talking: Rick Ross]
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up

[Verse 3: Pill]
Self made self paid man
P-I double L in the building
8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Kitchen overload
Door knob turns
The aisle burn baking soda pourin’
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margings increase
Agent to beat with my gun out
Out witted, out foxed you over matched
House hidden, drop tops the sofas match
This is fine dine take out
First date make out
Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout
As I enter the steak house pockets on humongo
Philosphical drama and wildin known as the congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marajuana that stick to get higher
We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out

[Rick Ross:]
If I woke up tomorrow and didn’t have a dolla
As long as I have my heart I can get it all over

Dream team
We the 93 chicago bulls baby
The lovely Teedra Moses

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Running Rebels

Ay….Look

[Wale:]
Where did my time go?
I let it fly
Spending time trya find em
And yall niggas the right flow
I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs
My slight foes just talk dirty
I clean em up
Money I make em but
Trust they seen enough
Lust would have you slipping
Love would have you stuck
From what they praise
Bitches thats artificially duck
Politicians be stunting
Most of them niggas dumb
Roll a swisher lets move it
My position improving
Not to mention
I have entered into a cooler unit
Moving in unionism
Used to be such a hooligan
But now I’m on a roll
I think I’m patches o’houlihan
Ben stiller
Zoolander same face
Bars change a nigga life
Nigga scared straight
Jordan 8 strapped up
Blasting out some backyard
Backwoods in my asstray
I’m happier when high
And drunk
Baby I’m in the zone
Lately been writing poems
Can’t put my soul in the bullshit
Music that ya condone
Mu fuckit
Ima count all these duckets
Ima keep my intergrity
Ya can keep all yall budgets
Buzz it
Like my very first day in here
Laying here
Laying here all in your lady ear
Mercedes rear view
Thats what today appears
I’m past present
You lightyears
Behind here
Wale

[Teedra Moses:]
Rolling while I’m blowing in this stash
Got my foot on the gas
Drop top on this thang
And the moon looking beautiful as ever
City lights got me on another level
Feeling live tonight
Were running wild tonight
They can never hold me down
Cus I’m running wild

[Meek Millz:]
Uh
Uh
Yeah

They larry davis me
And try say I killed a cop
Picture that and they ain’t fire
Not a single shot
They said I’m guilty
N I ain’t get the chance to say I’m not
Bail was a quarter mill
They put me in a box
Ha
Dead broke tryna get a bail
Calling niggas really knowing
They don’t give a hell
But I ain’t give a fuck
Cus I ain’t trying sit in jail
They giving niggas letters here
And they ain’t sending mail
I’m talking life sentence
Forever nights pending
This shit right here
Turn a man to a mice
Nigga
This shit right here
Turn a killer to a nice nigga
Cold cell
Lock down
Like a vice gripper
Peep out my strategy
Winning I do sporadically
Try attacking me
Automatic shoot automatically
City backing me
Headed forward
No looking back at me
Lyrical assult
They charge me
Without the battery
Ha
Running rebel on another level
Like the Olympics these youngins
Just won another metal
They say to get a hundred mill
U must become the devil
If u believe that
Nigga u is dumb
As ever
Young and dumb
Or even old and stupid
I put my faith in GOD
Never try I just do it
Niggas get down for the moment
They ain’t for movement
My nigga Rozay put me on the tour
Cus I am music

[Teedra Moses:]
Rolling while I’m blowing in this stash
Got my foot on the gas
Drop top on this thang
And the moon looking beautiful as ever
City lights got me on another level
Feeling live tonight
Were running wild tonight
They can never hold me down
Cus I’m running
Wild

I ain’t never been a dreamer
Or fascinated by a beamer
Or none of those funny floats niggas gloat in
I keep it classic in that metal frame box I smoke in
Then push the mlk on a slow bend
Wit my kin that I came in wit
Blue collar gang we slang that ish
The script stuck to it
Hustle like we ain’t gain ish
Never lookin for a handout
Ain’t my language
I work hard for everything I get
And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day I slip
A rebel tho, I don’t hold my lips
They say I talk like I’m god body
Bob marley marvin and Marcus
And since I skipped over puddles they try to throw me where sharks is but I’m a well of inspiration a wishing well they throw they chips to in desperation all bets on em double m g tell my foes I ain’t left on em.

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. Cyhi Da Prynce & Curren$y – Rise

[Cyhi Da Prince:]
My Music Make The Crowd Move
I’m In The Car Rolling Cow Food
But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me,
I Ain’t Never Been A Slipper That’s A House Shoe
Got My Education Without School
Quiet As A Mouse Move
But I Keep A Loud Tool
Play Games You’ll Be Shitting In A Pouch Fool
Got Stock Like DOW Do
New Hardtop
Off The Car Lot
Hit The Gas Tires Smoke Like Cigar Shops
Make Ya Jaw Drop
Bought It Off The Narc Cops
Tax On The Work We Got Them H&R Blocks
Alumni Yeah I’m From The School Of Hard Knocks
Looking Out For The 12 Roger Staubach
No Cafe But We Had Them Hard Rocks
For The Bread They’ll Throw You Off Of Dark Docks
So Before Ya Heart Stop
Or The Narcs Knock
I Gotta Give It To You Straight Like A Bar Shot
Cuz The Streets Don’t Play Fair
(Huh) Niggas Mad Cuz You Got More Rides Than The State Fair
Terrified I Can’t Lie Boy I Stay Scared
So I Keep A Lotta Toys Like A Day Care
Hold The Shotty Like A Bass Player
I Ain’t A Killer I’m Just Trying To Stay Safe Player

[Curren$y - Hook:]
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

[Pill:]
It’s A Mystery Break Out Ya Magnifying Glasses
Wit Ya Hat And Fine Jackets
Macs & Iron Ratchets
Asinine Bastards Big As Packs Of Line Backers
Pussy Fat Wit Fine Asses In The Back Wit Lines Asking
Who Dat On That New Track Wit That Rap Reclined Backwards
I Knew That It Was You But Matta Fact Don’t Mind Asking
Cooling On Em
Moving On Em
My Shooters On Em
Show This Flow Off Like A Trophy And A New Diploma
Graduation
Crackers Say That I Wasn’t Gon Make It
Pack Of Paper
Pen And Pad And Now Calculate It
Malcom Made It
Cinematic And Black Related
Addicts And Crack And Bases
My Status Is Cracking Faces
Embarrassing Cracking Vases
At The Dinner Party
I Took No Slow Classes Baby But Yes I Been Retarded
You See My Folks Acting Crazy Like It’s In Kindergarten
I’m Bringing Heat Like Old Ladies When They Is Menopausing

[Curren$y - Hook:]
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

[Wale:]
Yeah
Been At The Lowest Of My Lows
That’s Why I Get High Hoping No One Ever Know
To Open Up My Mind I Can Show You What I Wrote
Or Rather Show You How To Boat
And Hope That You Can Live Or Float
Independently Self Made
And Well Paid
Three Whips One Chain No Welt Pain
When You Treeing Over Niggas They Gon Yell Shade
They Outta Patience Where I Live Cuz They Sell Weight
Avoided The Temptation Of Crack Slinging
But Lincoln Park Had It Looking Like Back In The 80s
Now Partners Getting Broads And The Hottest Whips
And I Was Sweating Hours Trying To Get The Illest Scholarship
Ain’t Have A Pot To Piss
I Wasn’t Born Rich
When I Be Writing I’m As Hungry As A Model Bitch
She Got The Fattest Ass They Got The Hottest Look
Leaving Wit 8 Bitches I Need Some Octopuss
See How Wale Go J4 CS
My Lake Shore Whore Never Be On The B.S.
Bullshit Chi Town
Riding Around
Top Down
Hanging With The Squares Will Be The Reason Niggas Not Around
What It Do
Penny Phones All Blue
Or You Could Prolly Use A Nigga Drive Welcome To My Car Pool
Yellow Lam G Shit
She Double O-D Shit
Five Time Foul Niggas Need To Stop Reaching

[Curren$y - Hook:]
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

[Curren$y:]
High As Fuck With My Down Ass
Bitch Roll To The Porsche From The Bus Pass
But Got Lost When Me And The Cash Crossed Paths
Indo Smoke Out My Nose No Mustache
Bitches I Want But That Money Is A Must Have
Fuck Is You Drunk?
Pay That Up Front
Like The Ferrari Trunk
Be Careful You Won’t
Have To Be Sorry Hon
Stay Close To The G’s And You Might Learn Sum’n
Might Earn Sum’n
Chop It Up Like Mobsters On The Rooftop Let You Burn Sum’n
Stop Talking So Much
Soak It Up Next Time You Have Sum’n To Say
Boss The Fuck Up
Butcher Knives Done Died Trying To Be As Sharp As Us
Talking Bout You On Yo Way
See Them Niggas Downstairs ‘Fore You Talk To Us
By Appointments No Walk Ups

[Curren$y - Hook:]
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

It Was My Only Wish To Rise
On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. Kendrick Lamar – Power Circle

If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He’d ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor…
(lights)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
You niggas Spud Webb, comin’ up short
Think you’re Dee Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I’m a muthafuckin’ G nigga

[Verse 2: Gunplay]
It’s all on me now, as you can see now
I’m gon’ get this money and I will not be denied
Been shittin’ on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin’ to see now
I’m at the round table, where your seat at?
Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass?
We ain’t never left, actin’ like we back
You should see us now, taking pictures, acting like we rap
This the circle that’ll murk you, blackout, short circuit
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
This here reserved for soldiers most definite
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain’t no more air for me
Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies “fuck ‘em”, they know already but fuck ‘em
Tell ‘em again with a middle finger and a chuckle (hahahaa)
You don’t know now nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that’ll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
throw some blow in my tobacco
Then crank the Lac up
One match left
This the last turn, Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
I’ma earn ’til the last court adjourn
‘Til the last gavel drop, we gon’ have it locked
We gon’ have it locked (have it locked)
We gon’ have it locked (have it locked)

[Verse 3: Stalley]
I’m part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
It’s funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain’t want nothing from me
My future’s so bright but my past so ugly
And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
All this space created, all that hard work it got me here
So what I look like, tellin’ a nigga that I should be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn’t live in fear
And I’ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone I felt the coldest air
Secluded in my thoughts of fear
No one to talk to, no one there
Not even a voice, not even an ear
No one alive, no one to care
Now I got a power circle, now I’m on a power trip
And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain’t gave a coward shit
Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won’t pull me out of it
It’s funny how it comes full circle
Now they wanna be a part of the power circle
They wanna be a part of the power circle

[Bridge: Wale (2x)]
May the wind be at your back
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what’s life without grind
Those niggas, yo niggas?
Hope them niggas real as mine

[Verse 4: Wale]
There’s a difference between underrated and hasn’t made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
There’s no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There’s enemies, envy, but green my niggas lawnmower
And I’m on tour, Jordan 4′s, Tom Ford
And I ain’t thuggin’, they clappin’ at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety
Shit is crazy when entertainment ain’t entertaining
And my inner sanctum need real estate I’m out my cabeza
Jealousy’s for the weak, you ain’t happy I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm, just added a nation
Allah got us cause if we holla they’ll all snub us
I seen hustlas turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all ‘em stuck up musicians
My circle’s small but regardless, my circumference official
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon’ blitz us but ain’t no way that they gon’ hit us
I’m so allusive, some my niggas be going through it
I guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul music
Cash rule the world, at least it do with girls
At least it do with Churches, see the truth and true it hurts
If they real, then they real, my niggas deserve it
And we don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle
We don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle

[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
I’m like welcome to the power circle
I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle
Clique full of real niggas that’ll probably murk you
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, ’til you hear that chopper speaking
Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, I’d believe it
If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
Cause if you grindin’ you gon’ be rich before you can look up
My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
Cause you can sell ‘em hard for the low and give ‘em the hookup
And still make the profit
The streets say I’m the hottest and a nigga still modest
I’m just being honest
Back to the wall, never let ‘em get behind us
Mack in my draws fitting right in my designers
Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered
And there was commas after commas, I eat ‘em like Benihanas
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
Just talkin’ money, talkin’ money what you talkin’ bout?
Probably talkin’ bout us, we the only thing to talk about
We the only thing to talk about
We the only thing to talk about

[Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside the highs of the last Mohicans survived
You won’t last a weekend outside
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don’t compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell’s fire, I never lie, you will never grind
I know the priors they runnin’ by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio state gave me 30 racks in July
Oh Lord, this can’t be life, no it can’t be life
When they day breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it a reporter replied
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I’m
On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
So about face if it ain’t business, I get offended, I mind
No one fake, I’m a realist in strive, of a bilion in five
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon’ try but I’m finishing my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you
Life in the power circle

[Outro: Rick Ross]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on, am I right?
Tried to warn you niggas
I tried to warn you niggas
It’s too late now
Double M-G
Too much cake
Too much power
Too much respect
Bow down, nigga
UHN!

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Pacman

There he go that’s John Doe
There he go that’s John Doe
There he go that’s John Doe
And I’m still whipping up a kilo

There he go that’s John Doe
On my Pyro Palace turn you bitch niggas to ghost
Pacman – Over one hundred sold
Pacman – just ordered one hundred more
Pacman – you can fry it in a pan
Pacman – in no time you will be buying land
Pacman – do it for your mom and them
Pacman – until I get one hundred in

[Pill:]
It’s “P” “I” Double “L”
Professional Shit Kicka
Yams on the stove I’m fuckin your Favorite Strippa
Highs flyin out
Them zips they grew wings
Phone going stupid made a rack in two rings
Straight drop hard got them J’s plate licking
Ground basing jumping over cars they blake griffin
Got my chickens in the gym, Yup, they weight Lifting
See one thousand stamped on the tape because they yay shape shifting
That’s that terminator choppa make a nigga do a backflip
I can show you how crack flip
While I’m loading that Mac clip
Catch em loading that mack truck
I’ll unload til his back drip
All I know is I’m stacked up
And when I’m back them packs in

[Rick Ross:]
One Hundred in
I’m on my Gucci shit
Gucci Luciano bitch you know I’m Gucci Rich
Mazaradi boy I got two of them
Same color boy I just got two of them
10 Chains see I’m one nigmae nigga
I’m a whip it just to spend it nigga
Blew a mill ticket
One night at King Of Diamonds
Me and Puff Daddy
Bitch I’m the king of Diamonds
Small Change that’s what we call that
A-Rod money smoking on a ball bat
I’m on the mound, I got a pound
My folks in Haiti say them yayo prices coming down

[Pill:]
This that namco yay
Pacman what we selling
Got these J’s chasing rocks
Like they chasing power pellets
Met this ladie named Eselis
Say she nag for some terrace
But she hungry for that yayo ask her granny what she yelling
Got my shirt off in the kitchen hot in here like Nelly
And these niggas dancing in these mask don’t want stage credit
Just the keys to your car all your cash and your debit card
We serving hard Whole squad equiped and ready
OKAY Then
And quit flexing like the soda sack
Before they find you slumped over in a Cul-de-sac
My whole wrist lumped up serving boulder sacks
Pink city representa thought I told you that

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. Wiz Khalifa, French Montana & Roscoe Dash – I Be Puttin’ On

[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
We popping bottles of the pink shit, take ‘em to the dome
We ain’t ever on that weak shit, always blowing strong
Every day we party until early in the morn’
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I’m putting on
I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on
I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

[Verse 1: Wale]
Work, I know you see me with your looking ass
What the fuck you looking at
This is MMG and we don’t speak to all you fucking crabs
Got a bunch of cash, but money is under fam
I’d rather be over-prepared than slippin’ here understaffed
Did you understand I’m down to ride with my niggas
Just a double M, you can’t fuck with them unless your certified to ride with us
Keep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditches
And I ain’t tripping off of potential, that’s another word for ain’t did shit
Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain’t been this high since the E.R
See y’all niggas be some peons, talkin bout y’all be gone
Whole time niggas wouldn’t swing, playing tee-ball

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hundred thousands hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousands
I know why they trusting me cause I got all these funds around ‘em
My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around ‘em
Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around ‘em
I know you think all we do is have fun around here
But I’m from a city where young niggas carry guns
Don’t single out any corner, its popping on every one
They talking about what they going do, its probably already done
I’m running through cake, running through states
Take your one to the face every one or two cakes
Just bought a new crib, that’s a wonderful space
Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
I be cooler than a motherfucker
Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet, call it Instagram
And you know I do it for my city, you know I’m putting on
Hundred racks on this clothes, a nigga putting on
Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist
Underground lobster feast get a shell face
I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe
Closet two floors safari doe
Brown bag paper tag, nigga can’t pay for swag
We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana
Me and Rozay twisted on a boat watchin’ all you fucked niggas choke

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. Nipsey Hussle – Fountain Of Youth

Fountain of youth
May our legacies live forever
Huh

[Rick Ross]
All my niggas quiet but we burning loud
Makaveli to the max, never turn it down
Mac 11 in a Benz: how you like me now?
I run the city so my closet look like Nike Town
Niggas talking like bitches, is it my income?
Am I fucking your bitches? Is it official?
My nigga did a dime, didn’t learn a thing from it
Came home, in two weeks got him a 600
Get a text from the boss, you know them bricks coming
Chicks at the beach house like they gonna miss something
From the churches I rose, only loving the dough
From the Chevy to Rolls, now it’s fur on the floor
Smoke an ounce of the truth: that’s my fountain of youth
R.I.P. to Mr. Shakur, this one is for you
Nipsey Hussle and I got my nigga Stalley on it
Double MG burning out in Cali on it

[Hook: Nipsey Hussle x2]
Stained glass window in the Benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got me sentimental

[Stalley]
These rap books buried in gold
The treasure of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold
My life’s big like them cameras explode
Capture this rags to riches story that I unfold
The youth fountain for the few counting
Made money, but who’s counting?
It’s hard stunting living in subsidized housing
Every bag you bring though the door, dude’s counting
And every new girl you bring through, dude’s hounding
They want your youth, so they watch your moves
From your pinky ring, down to how you lace your shoes
Rope chains with the precious jewels
The dope game had impression rules
So what they did with cocaine and a couple spoons
Had the whole hood acting like goons
Trying to be the richest, trying to the be flyest
Claim to be balling, end up like Len Bias
Screaming from the bottom of this fountain here, nothing but silence

[Hook]

[Nipsey Hussle]
Laces in my blue Chucks, represent my bros first
Staring at my Rollie bezel as I soul-search
Run this money marathon til my soles hurt
But no materials could measure what my soul’s worth
I wanted everything, feel like I had no choice
Young niggas wishing on a star like Rose Royce
Being honest, killing mamas when we sold work
I made a promise, give me options and I cold-turkey
Sick of sitting on the side while it’s game point
Recurring dream, tryna scream but ain’t had no voice
Crazy lady speak in tongues said it’s gon’ work
Never vocalize my visions, actions was my spokesperson
Study rich niggas’ moves like my homework
Sacrilegious; however, streets was my own church

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Fluorescentink

As I flip through pages of my notepad
Wow, I really wanna shine
That’s what it boils down to, real shit

[Verse 1: Wale]
I just want my mind to be free
Never mind if they fond of me, I’ve been a beast
I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet
Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I’m deep
Although they inclined to critique
Motherfuck ‘em, they couldn’t lace up a nigga’s Chukka’s
‘Cause money talk and I make them bussa’s pay for discussion
Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes
Chasing hoes, dick ‘em good enough to make ‘em propose
Winning, the feeling is so incredible
Something that’s forever true, my niggas over revenue
Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance
Double C’s on your purses, perfect I get the message
Isabel Marant I get you some, you give me that
All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though I’m always thinking black
Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack
I ain’t thug, but I ain’t stupid four niggas, five [?], hold up
Fire shots for the winners
And as long as I’m delivering, this genre’s gon’ be winning
Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending
My penmanship ain’t too pretty, my ink is why they gon’ feel me

[Hook: Wale]
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
Double M-G, thank you, this the real me

[Verse 2: Stalley]
I got a couple old schools and some new girls
They like old jewels and new pearls
They obey no rules, they some rude girls
You know the bad ones that rule the world
They just wanna have fun and crash parties
But when them games is over they down to ride for me
Bonnie and Clyde story, Mick and Mallory
A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me
After that I sit and counting G’s after G
‘Cause it’s right back to these ends
Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends
We can do it all again, the repetition that I like
The reputation of a pimp
And I do it all on him, peep the way I limp
Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent
They say it’s cold-blooded how I talk
I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain’t lost?

[Hook: Wale]

[Outro: Wale]
Sometimes it’s like
Eyes is low, moment is perfect
You see things brighter than you normally see
With twenty-twenty, ya know?
Enjoy your vice

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP – Black Magic

[Rick Ross - Hook]
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill
Woop, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mill
Woop, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

[Meek Mill]
Could you knock that hoe?
Could you blame that bitch?
Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me
Then go and slang that dick like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throat when I lean, take long on a purp
Mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes
Got YSL on my clothes, and blood drip on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me, she chose
And I ain’t fuck your girl she role
My stick shift she drove did everything that she ‘pose
I pull my camera out and she posed
And I was like god damn, drop that, pop that
Got the top back, on a drop back, I’m back
In a glock, where the crotch at
I’m strapped where the rocks at?
Where the watch at? Stop that!
You can cop that? not that
I’m relaxin’ on my back
Dime sack I’m catchin’ on contact

Got racks, y’all niggas ain’t about that, about that life

[Rick Ross - Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Poof, niggas fuck your life
Fuck y’all niggas and fuck your wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga
And they aint know they gonna fuck all night
And I rock hard white
Niggas wrist game pride
I pull up on the horse
And I’m sitting on fours
In a big boy drive
Call big boy shot
All clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch man she ain’t gonna pop
My hip on glock, your hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, your niggas be frontin’
Red Cartier, Red bone bitch, Red Bottoms on her
Hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone hoe
And yellow bottoms, its paid nigga
Whole cliques of made niggas

[Rick Ross - Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. T-Pain, Yo Gotti, Lil Wayne, Black Cobain – Bag Of Money (Remix)

She Self Made Too Therefore She Winnin
New Money, MMG
Self Made 2
Taking Over The World
C’mon baby girl lets spend this money

My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin’

[Wale]
Be like Wa-le my stroke game be on point
Ye shawty losing her mind, her composure most of her voice
And she say she hate the word moist but she cant escape from that vibe
Play fight with that cat
Me I kill that pussy 9 times
I slow it down lemme slow it down
Ever since I hit that look at it that shit, I got you pokin’ now
Numbers we ain’t throwin’ down
Not me, no way, no how
Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run their mouths
Ok I’m far too drunk I’m not driving
You know open bars are on fire
A little green and white in my pocket
So this song is now back [?]
Caught up in the wrong timing
Yeah, Jacob made my medallion
Just post up but don’t coach much
But I love stadium talent

[Omarion]
Remix,
Picture, all right colours
Ill let you count my money
Don’t you think you own me
You my bag of my money
You my bag of honey
I beez in your trap
While you yellin’ fuck me
I be on some other shit
Maybach O up in this bitch
Tell you about these other niggas
They lying about they figures
I’m bout it, bout it
I pull the trigger
Yall be so lame
I’m killin the game
I be dance in the bank
We so mafioso you ain’t never know tho
Never gonna know so
No, Never, no, no, no, nooo

[Hook]

[Yo Gotti]
My-my bitch amazing
Show stopper
Work at the titty club
P-Pussy popper
Top drop white on white 645
I burnt her up from 5 o clock until 6:45
Mr 60 minutes, Mrs Chanel and Fendi
I hit her in the Porcshe
And burnt her up a new Infiniti?
Presidential Rollie, JFK she Mrs Kennedy
Rose gold his or hers, diamonds and furs
Want a little suede, one on one bag
Look like a duffle bag of money
She beyond that
And I’m beyond swag
Young thug nigga, drug dealer
MMG affiliated

[Lil Wayne]
My bitch mad cause I’d rather get that money
I give her this dick she say that dick better than money
I say can I get some head she say lemme get my scrunchie
Serve her like a country
Got that dope dick she a junkie
She say Tunechi this yo pussy
I say tell me anything
Then I suck her nipple ring
Eat that pussy, Listerine
She comin’ I make sure
My bitch bad, she’ll take yours
And she do tricks on that dick like a skateboard

[Hook]

[French Montana]
I push the drop and let her ride shotty
My bitch bad lookin like a bag of mollies
Hit the crib make a porno
My diamonds flash like photos
500 on my auto
And I bought it out, fuck car note, haaa
Shawty know exactly who the realest be
Murder that arhh leave no witnesses
Started from the streets, turned to businesses
Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is

[Black Cobain]
Rollin up some killer
Ridin’ through my city
Bumpin’ “Bag of Money” got a bag of money with me
She conceited, she know that, she was down with a nigga before rap
If I had the strap she would hold that
She don’t even smoke but she’ll roll that
For me she drinkin’ Henny, she don’t like it though
She fuck a real nigga cus that’s all she know
Make her pop that pussy ho
Make her bring that money back
You niggas couldn’t fuck my bitch if you gave her a hundred stacks

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. French Montana – All Birds

Walk with a real nigga
Self-made millionaire
What more could you ask for, huh?

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m a kamikaze in a Maserati
I’m a John Gotti, got my own army
Worth fifty million and it’s all on me
Fifty on my Rollie knowing yours phony
Last problem I had, a nigga head-shot him
Say the word on the street is that my man got him
If I wasn’t involved you wouldn’t hear about him
I got Lears and all – don’t need Aaliyah problems
May she rest her soul, I got a sleeping problem
All my CDs gold but the Visa darker
Bastard child but I got a fleet of cars
Double-M G this little thing of ours
Take it to the door, motherfucker, plea
Niggas layin’ on your crib while your momma sleep
Home-cooked meals for the real niggas
Hot Tec 9 for you little niggas
Want to shoplift? Come and boost this
We run the fucking game, nigga, truth is
Cargo pants and my red bottoms
Talking ’bout birds you know the boy got ‘em

[Hook: French Montana]
No clothes in the closet, it’s all birds
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it’s all birds
No luggage in the trunk, man, it’s all birds
And I ain’t going back – I’m a ball first

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Anything you need know I get it cheap
My nigga Rozay makes millions while he can’t sleep
Cars European come and see the fleet
We’re commercial; come and see us if you need the street
I’m a bring it home nigga bet the bank
Sierra Leone all up in the link
‘Bout to double up, some Mason Betha shit
Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit
Shorty ass fat, she can’t stand straight
Spent your down payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the Phantom door
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause
Slicker than a can of grease
Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece
Coke, boy, I’ll be thirty for sure now
Coke damn near same price as dope now

[Hook]

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. French Montana – Actin’ Up

Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

[Meek Mill:]
These hoes be acting’ up
And these nigggas be lettin’ ‘em
I crushed them hoes,
I never let them rose
And these niggas be sweatin’ ‘em
Cause I run shit, like edgerrin
Or better yet, like rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no damn meth and them
They Louis Voutton and I super grind
See these stones, they super shine
I pop the perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, root canal
I rock time ford, conchords
And I shine on these dime whores
This bitch bought me a Rolex
And I still ain’t got no time for her

These hoes be acting’ up
These niggas be acting’ tough
I’m in the phantom, I’m backin’ up
And I’m bust down, but I’m strapped as fuck
So hold your horses, polo horses
Aston martin, we roll in Royces
Real niggas up in the building
Them hoes choose us, ain’t no more choices

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

[Wale:]
These hoes be acting’ up
See, me, I don’t practice much
Gold albums from the word of mouth
Gold bottles in the back of us
These jones be broke as fuck
Too uptight, they won’t open up
She got her arms folded even on the phone
I’m like, what the fuck is she here fo?
These hoes be acting’ up
These niggas keep wifin’ up
Freeze homie, got me crackin’ up
Never spent no more than a night with her
These hoes be a fuckin’, joe
They’ll never say a nigga didn’t warn you though
Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin’
And I be like, hah, told you so

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

These hoes be acting’ up
Big bread we rackin’ up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that bitch like, nino
Ratchet ass ho, don’t play with me
Want to kobe me, want to humphrey me
Want to michael me, russell me
Take me to the bank and tiger me
Now these hoes be acting’ up
These clothes ten stacks and up
These cars 100 racks and up
These drums 100 rounds and up
Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
Fuck it, Money, Money, Money
Money, Money, Money, ah!

[Hook:]
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
And these niggas be lettin em
Me, I don’t be sweatin em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be lettin em

MAYBACH MUSIC GROUP feat. T.I – Bury Me A G

They told me it’s never too late for prayer
Well Lord! Pray for us niggas
Cause we ready to die for this shit

[Hook: Rick Ross]
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
If I die tonight I pray I get buried in clean drawers
Line us all up, just bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs
Bury me with my dawgs, bury me with my dawgs
Line us all up, bury me with my dawgs

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I look to my left, I look to my right
All I see is my blood, all I see is my life
If it go down tonight, my nigga look out for momma
Been robbing my whole life, I gotta look out for karma
Selling them white squares I swear I’m well prepared
Fifty in my chopper whoever could go to hell
Chopper still heat seeking, block keep getting hotter
When them niggas go to beefing, slide me til we got ‘em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Machine gun man, seen him on the news
Every gun I had was one the home invaders couldn’t use
Let a nigga catch me slipping, I refuse, not a chance
Listen dude, Tip can use any tool known to man
And don’t think that I can’t hit you just cause it ain’t in my hand
Got a sniper, drop your ass where you stand, understand?
Fifty cal with a scope and a chopper, boy you got to
Plan a way straight to the undertaker, know me for the doctor
Should I die, lay me next to my daughter Lelah and my partner
Break your ass off somethin’ proper with that blacka, blacka, blacka
Did just what I gotta do, it’s me or you and boy I’m saying
Know that ATF is listening, I’m just playing, I’m just playing

[Hook]