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conversations.value: Write me a song called Maybach Music II with the following description: Though the song wasn’t very popular at its time, it is one of the best songs of Rick Ross' third album, Deeper Than Rap. It is also part of the “Maybach Music Series”, which Rick Ross has released on each of his albums since Trilla. “Maybach Music” songs are distinguished by having all-star featured rappers such as T.I., Jay-Z, and Lil Wayne.
  This song was produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, which also produced the other “Maybach Music” songs, and producer Rook talked about the track:
  
  Ross is a visionary. He came to us and was like, ‘Yo, I wanna do a ‘Maybach Music 2.’ I’m gonna put Kanye, Lil Wayne and T-Pain on it.’ At the time, that’s Tha Carter III Lil Wayne. He’s the greatest rapper alive, you know what I’m saying? And then you had Graduation Kanye, so it’s like, ‘God damn! How are we gonna top the first one?’
  It took us a while because we were just brainstorming. Colione, one day, he was like, ‘Yo, check this out.’ He played this [‘Time is the Teacher’] sample by Dexter Wansel and I was like, ‘Oh shit!’ It was just a dope sample that he thought we should use; we weren’t even thinking about ‘Maybach Music 2.’ But as soon as I heard it, the whole beat came into my brain. Like, ‘Oh shit! That’s fucking ‘Maybach Music 2.’
  Since we knew who was going to be on the record, we were like, ‘Okay, let’s make Kanye’s verse real synth-heavy ’cause that was Graduation Kanye.’ For Lil Wayne, we did a lot of horns, strings—it was real triumphant. He just did a million sales in a week so we’re like, ‘Yo, let’s make his verse some champion shit ’cause he’s the champ right now!’ And for Ross, we took a Southern gospel route ’cause that was his thing with ‘Hustlin’ and all that.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
  [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
  Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
  You gotta see it (Hey!)
  'Cause I don't plan on goin' 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
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  Martin, Louie the King Jr
  Startin' all that stuntin' is gon' ruin you
  If B.I. was alive, he'd prob'ly have the 2-tone
  With the Grey Poupon
  , anything 'Ye poop on
  Will explode, 'cause I am the shit, and this is my commode
  Uh-oh, there they go
  Talking 'bout how your boy's clothes extra tight
  I just remembered that my limelight extra bright
  I hit the strip club and girls get extra hype
  You hit the strip club and girls turn extra dyke
  We know who not getting no sex tonight
  And a lap dance'd probably be a blessin', right?
  So all the shit you talking dead, coffin
  Like the weed, coughing, new crib, loft in
  Where it's at? Austin, where is that? Texas
  What's in front? Benzes, what else? Lexus
  Well, who's Maybach is this? Mr. West's! [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
  Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
  You gotta see it (Hey!)
  'Cause I don't plan on goin' 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
  [Interlude: Rick Ross]
  Boss!
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  Kush burn like petroleum, crib needs custodians
  Shades in all shades, 
  these made of rhodium
  Used to be the Oldsmo, hoes call it oh-lo
  Now I got so many horses, bitches call me Polo
  57, 62, tell me how you wanna move
  Yeah, you know I got them both, beat your ass black and blue
  (Yeah!) I was barely gettin' pretty women
  Now I scoop Emmy winners like kitty litter
  Any winter, Fendi denim like a slender nigga
  Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender
  Celery for Eben Gregory, I'm on my dinner
  So what the fuck is you telling me other than your gender?
  I'm a boss, and I'm ridin' like a small Vogue
  Niggas make your wheels and ride 'em 'til they fall off
  Yeah! Ross! [Chorus: T-Pain]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
  Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back
  Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh
  You gotta see it (Hey!)
  'Cause I don't plan on goin' 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
  [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
  Well, all right!
  Hehehe
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  All-black Maybach, I'm sittin' in the asshole
  Classy as a mother, still gutter like a bad bowl
  Benjamin Franklin on X how that cash roll
  That's right, them mils do, like damp clothes
  I eat your meal, too, we don't feel you
  And we be strapping up like the Navy SEAL do
  Sweet as banana-split every time I peel through
  Fresher than Will Smith and Uncle Phil too
  Watching TV in the Maybach in traffic
  I'm on my feet like Tough-Actin' Tinactin
  I'm running this shit, you should try tackling
  Lil Wayne in one word? Immaculate
  You see the Biggie, see the Jay, the 2Pac in him
  The Kurt Cobain,
   the Andre Three Stacks
  And then I'm back to doin' shit like I do's it
  Maybach Music! [Chorus: T-Pain & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Hey! Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach (
  Yeah!
  )
  Whatever I send out, homie, I'ma make back (
  Young Mula, baby!
  )
  Can you believe that? Whoa-ooh-ooh (
  Oww!
  )
  You gotta see it (Hey!)
  'Cause I don't plan on goin' 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