Maybach Lyrics

Wam bam color tan Mercedes Maybach

Illkay

Yeah

Aye, aye

Yo

I ain't inter-coursing with them, they ain't fucking with me

Might charge a bitch a couple dollars, we ain't fucking for free

No hat, no cap, just givin' head then you come where I'm at

Ain't ready for no baby yet, so I ain't cummin' in that

Young nigga, cold hearted, gettin' rich rich

I'm lookin' for a shorty, long term to get rich with

My name and my presence make they dirty ass itch itch

Constipated niggas, they ain't finna do shit shit

I'm in that wam bam, color tan, Mercedes Maybach

Mr. Take yo bitch nigga, you won't get your bae back

In your girl stomach like a motherfuckin' eight pack

Leave them in the dirt, you gonn have to find yo way back

My aesthetic, and the way I move, I know they hate that

Finna give them what they want, it ain't no fucking take backs

Came from the bottom, on my way up, finna shake back

If you got a fatty, let me s-s-see you shake that

W-w-w-wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Yo, I'm in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Aye, I said we in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Yeah, might freak in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

W-w-w-wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Aye

My money grande like Ari

Niggas said that we were enemies, and I'm like, Really are we

Cuz in that case, you gonn' dread me, Bob Marley

Searching for a little boo thang, browse her down like safari

They aiming for me, but I'm dodging bullets like I'm Pootie Tang

Make a bitch mount, I might erupt, ain't talkin' Fuji San

Look, this ain't no Mario bro's, you'll never one up me

No hairstylist, run up on me, get done up

Blah

Yeah, I'm after coins like Mario, Luigi

Ayo John, I seen her yesterday, her nigga still don't see me

Hit them with that wam bam a M.A, Jackie Chan kick

I left that old me long ago, but I'll still leave you frantic

And let that sink in, I ain't talking the Titanic

I'm still real drippy for the record, like Atlantic

Ocean, oh shit, Rico make the whole crowd jump

I skeet'd all over yo bitch and no, not no lil pump, yeah

I'm in that wam bam, color tan, Mercedes Maybach

Mr. Take yo bitch nigga, you won't get your bae back

In your girl stomach like a motherfuckin' eight pack

Leave them in the dirt, you gonn have to find yo way back

My aesthetic, and the way I move, I know they hate that

Finna give them what they want, it ain't no fucking take backs

Came from the bottom, on my way up, finna shake back

If you got a fatty, let me s-s-see you shake that

Ayo

I'm too fly, you niggas plain, don't see myself ever landing

Might cop a Matte Aventador to ride with the doors slanted

You can tell by my name and swag, I'm meant to be rich

Rico to vulgar, oh my bad brodie, I meant to say, Bitch

Balenciaga or Yves Saint Laurent

Walk in this bitch, get whatever I want

Young rookie, spittin' like a veteran

Still ball on niggas like who, like Lebron

I'm in that wam bam, color tan, Mercedes Maybach

Mr. Take yo bitch nigga, you won't get your bae back

In your girl stomach like a motherfuckin' eight pack

Leave them in the dirt, you gonn have to find yo way back

My aesthetic, and the way I move, I know they hate that

Finna give them what they want, it ain't no fucking take backs

Came from the bottom, on my way up, finna shake back

If you got a fatty, let me s-s-see you shake that

W-w-w-wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Yo, I'm in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Aye, I said we in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Yeah, might freak in this

Wam bam, color tan, Maybach

W-w-w-wam bam, color tan, Maybach

Maybach

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah boy

Aye

R I C O X Y Y

Yeah