conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Maybach Music 2.5 with the following description: A remix of Rick Ross' highly successful Maybach Music 2.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  Maybach Music
  Maybach Music 2 Remix
  Let me warn you now
  Maybach Music 3
  Teflon Don coming soon
  We the Best
  [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
  Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa)
  You gotta see it, hey!
  I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
  Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that
  Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
  [Pre-Verse: Pusha T]
  Ross, what up?
  It's your neighborhood Pusha
  Re-Up Gang Records, one half of the Clipse
  A.K.A one half of the best duo ever
  Haha, check it out
  [Verse 1: Pusha T]
  You can’t see my eyes in these evidence noirs
  Six seventy-five, the frames by Lou Vuitton
  Reality bites as the curtain is drawn
  Then it’s off to Neverland with Teesha and Don
  I was at the six deuce, way before the Maybach
  Cooking up two in a cue, just so I can make back
  Looking for my fortune in a pot, Pat Sajak
  Now I’m in the back seat, beach chair, laid back
  Play clothes brought a million to my door
  Yeah that baby’s mine, every rapper’s beggin' for her
  Life as I know it is penthouses and pitfalls
  More jealous drivers and fed time, collect calls
  They took the family in '09, let’s slow grind
  When the time is given we’ll unveil the gold mine
  Till the casket drops, it’s show time! [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
  Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa)
  You gotta see it, hey!
  I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
  Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that
  Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music
  [Pre-Verse: Rick Ross]
  Can I talk?
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Hoes gettin' arrested, foes get molested
  Dough still invested, my dope pause pregnant
  The black one is Oprah, call my blue Habo
  I crack slice Oprah, bulletproof the car door
  Shoes called loafers, chrome forgiatos
  I do it like Oprah - give away auto
  Send them like Sosa, heavenly father
  I'm in her like an ulcer, swimming out in Cabo
  Shortie caught the train, or she at the cabbie
  Now she on the plain, flying out to my cabin
  My game so elaborate, textured fabric, sewed up the dress
  She's the best in the pageant
  Passion of Christ, my fashion is ice
  Everyday I'm hustling, no one pass me the dice...
  I'm nice [Hook: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chilling in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie I'mma make back
  Hey! Can you believe that? (whoooooa)
  You gotta see it, hey!
  I don't plan on going broke, put that on my Maybach
  Cause I'm in it to win now, niggas can't take that
  Listen to my Maybach music, to my Maybach music