Good evening

My name is R.L

And I'll be entertainment for the night

Feels good to be back

Hey

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie I'ma make back

Can you believe it?

Oh, you gotta see it

Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke

Put that on my Maybach

And I'm in it to win

Nah, niggas can't take that (Yeah)

Listen to my Maybach Music (Uh)

Yeah, to my Maybach Music

Couldn't get a deal to save my life

Couldn't keep a nigga from toppin' my wife

Assets froze and bank foreclosin'

Come on nigga hand me the mic

Millions of records sold, I'm 34 years old

Fans askin' when I'm gonna drop so more

But them niggas in these buildings

Said they ain't feelin'

I'd make a killing knowin' I'm a villain

To the masses, so I had to get drastic

Vocally and musically artists got they ass kicked

So forget beggin' for the meetings

Sending you my demos

[?] wasn't believin', it shoulda been simple

Here's a sample of what you been missin'

Don't talk, just listen

Hey

Realest shit I ever wrote

Chillin' in my Maybach

Whatever I send out

Homie I'ma make back (Uh)

Can you believe it?

Oh, you gotta see it

Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke

Put that on my Maybach

And I'm in it to win

Nah, niggas can't take that

Listen to my Maybach Music

Yeah, to my Maybach Music (Yeah, uh)

Music used to be my bitch

How I used to lover her

We used to make love

And then I was like, 'Fuck her'

I left her alone

Now I'm back like a sucker

Going in raw dog no rubber

At first she was 'single' but then we went on 'record'

She was off the 'charts', sometimes I'd have to check her

Took her on tour on a couple of billboards

Started sellin' out like never before

For awhile it was cool

But the tramp got cocky

She called Clive, told J they should drop me

Instead I just asked for a release

'Cause for me at least I'd have peace

It took a piece of me

'Cause all I ever knew was the same songs

All across the world with the same broad

Now I'm in meetings tryna get her back

I'm tryna get us both on the right track

Get it, right 'track'

Hey

Realest shit I ever wrote (Huh)

Chillin' in my Maybach (Uh)

Whatever I send out

Homie I'ma make back (Y'all didn't think I could do it huh?)

Can you believe it?

Oh, you gotta see it (Your boy is back haha)

Yeah, I don't plan on goin' broke

Put that on my Maybach

And I'm in it to win

Nah, niggas can't take that (I don't even want another meetin' nigga)

Listen to my Maybach Music (You wish your artist could do it like me)

Yeah, to my Maybach Music (Haha uh)

Smooth it out

Don't talk, just listen

Yeah

Oh

Oh

Don't talk, listen

It's the return, return, of the voice