Scratchin’ Up the Maybach lyrics

[Intro]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)

[Chorus]
Yeah, out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' b*tch keep smilin', wanna f*ck me, b*tch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, it's happenin', lеt's trap again
We got boy and girl, no human trafficking
Spot full of money counters, scalеs, and vacuum seals
He damn near rich, throwin' up Crip, b*tch, I'm active still
f*ck love, looked at Money, is your ass real?
Did you get that from your mama? Is your ass real?
She like to suck me while I'm drivin', Jesus, grab the wheel
A n*gga with a good heart, my b*tch bad as hell
I know you counted that lil' stack of cheese and you seen them extras
Thought you finessed me, I was really showin' love
Go check my section, I was really throwin' dubs
f*ck up your foreign, n*gga, we don't give a f*ck, easy money
[Chorus]
Out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' b*tch keep smilin', wanna f*ck me, b*tch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, I'm back around, no backin' down
n*ggas don't put this sh*t on, they just actin' fly
They gave your boy a blank check, I feel like Macintosh
Five thousand for a 'fit, don't need no caption now
Rose kit and white kit, can't even decide
Remember I ain't have sh*t, I can be extra now
I got kicked up out the gym, they say I flex a lot
Movin' 'bows back and forth, that's my exercise
Remember seein' a million cash had me mesmerized
And you protected in the trap, this is scary hours
I been ballin' since a kid, ask Terry 'bout me
The presis look like duck sauce, coupe teriyaki

[Chorus]
Out the windows, Cubans scratchin' up the Maybach
Let 'em keep deposits, tell 'em I don't want no pape' back
This lil' b*tch keep smilin', wanna f*ck me, b*tch, say that
She say she from the islands, so I asked her where the yay at
Two hundred 'bows in the room, let's have a taste fest
I put a condom on the pole and call it safe sex
No Aunt Jemima, when I pour it, it's like straight breakfast
Pray you make it home first and put your pape' second
[Outro]
(My n*gga Lee, I think we got another one)