"Maybach" lyrics
MGee & BM Lyrics
Every season, I'm tryna get rich, Roddy
A406 with a dotty, it's long cah the dargs on smoke, Biscotti
This edge injecting filler, my bad one a killer cah she got a body
What I done with a box ain't movie
Try and get through me, do him like Rocky
Don't get cocky, I'm on the pitch like Cristiano
ST, hit shots like Fabiano
Woulda thought that I'm playing for Inter
Way that I'm dripped in this Milano
I'm in Prada, Gucci
Won't stop till my dargs all Gucci
Talk loose, get wrapped like sushi
Bro got a ten on his back like Rooney
I see the appreciation
Everywhere I go, I get shown love but I felt lost when Savz got taken
Stay busy of course, still earning, still making
If you saw that look on his face when bro jumped out and chased him
Move out the way if you see him waving
It's not hard, it's done by the usual suspects
Beef with us then you know what comes next
Don't get involved cah that's what mum said
Suttin got drilled in North, suttin got drilled in West
Sleep on a vio, fuck that, I'll use my index
The way bro squeeze, I think that he injects
Brudda, it's weird
I'm comfy, ain't got no fears
Whip tinted, I can't look through the rear
Skid off, hop out, gems in danger
They endangered when the guys get near
Try do it like us, they don't compare
SB don't move like you're unaware
You heard of the guys from way back
Young boy shoot out the Maybach
You heard of the guys from way back
Gucci, Prada, LV jeans
But she don't post where we at
Five hundred bags in this Fiat
Colombian links like Luis Diaz
On point cah we can't get T-packed
She calls me BM, BM, money man
Spend quarter mill like a grand
Pull up on my ones or pull up with the gang
Shawty getting lit with us 'cause she can
Can, can, can, can, can, yes she can
There's always motion round man
Designer, out in Milan
She went all in, won another hand
Outside, don't talk 'bout issues
Or the nine double M gets misused
Guys be rats when I'm baking in flats
Like capture the flag, bare poles that we been through
Talking much, shit I'm not into
Talk to a thot, shit I'm not into
Every corner in London I been to
Keep my decorum is suttin I stick to
Young boy shoot out the Maybach
You heard of the guys from way back
Gucci, Prada, LV jeans
But she don't post where we at
Five hundred bags in this Fiat
Colombian links like Luis Diaz
On point cah we can't get T-packed
A406 with a dotty, it's long cah the dargs on smoke, Biscotti
This edge injecting filler, my bad one a killer cah she got a body
What I done with a box ain't movie
Try and get through me, do him like Rocky
Don't get cocky, I'm on the pitch like Cristiano
ST, hit shots like Fabiano
Woulda thought that I'm playing for Inter
Way that I'm dripped in this Milano
I'm in Prada, Gucci
Won't stop till my dargs all Gucci
Talk loose, get wrapped like sushi
Bro got a ten on his back like Rooney
I see the appreciation
Everywhere I go, I get shown love but I felt lost when Savz got taken
Stay busy of course, still earning, still making
If you saw that look on his face when bro jumped out and chased him
Move out the way if you see him waving
It's not hard, it's done by the usual suspects
Beef with us then you know what comes next
Don't get involved cah that's what mum said
Suttin got drilled in North, suttin got drilled in West
Sleep on a vio, fuck that, I'll use my index
The way bro squeeze, I think that he injects
Brudda, it's weird
I'm comfy, ain't got no fears
Whip tinted, I can't look through the rear
Skid off, hop out, gems in danger
They endangered when the guys get near
Try do it like us, they don't compare
SB don't move like you're unaware
You heard of the guys from way back
Young boy shoot out the Maybach
You heard of the guys from way back
Gucci, Prada, LV jeans
But she don't post where we at
Five hundred bags in this Fiat
Colombian links like Luis Diaz
On point cah we can't get T-packed
She calls me BM, BM, money man
Spend quarter mill like a grand
Pull up on my ones or pull up with the gang
Shawty getting lit with us 'cause she can
Can, can, can, can, can, yes she can
There's always motion round man
Designer, out in Milan
She went all in, won another hand
Outside, don't talk 'bout issues
Or the nine double M gets misused
Guys be rats when I'm baking in flats
Like capture the flag, bare poles that we been through
Talking much, shit I'm not into
Talk to a thot, shit I'm not into
Every corner in London I been to
Keep my decorum is suttin I stick to
Young boy shoot out the Maybach
You heard of the guys from way back
Gucci, Prada, LV jeans
But she don't post where we at
Five hundred bags in this Fiat
Colombian links like Luis Diaz
On point cah we can't get T-packed
