Maybach Music Group released its first album in 2009 being Rick Ross's Deeper Than Rap after the release Rick Ross focused more on signing artists to his label then discovered Masspike Miles and Triple C's . He signed Gunplay (born Richard Morales) from Miami, Masspike Miles ( born Miles Wheeler) from Boston, Ma. Torch (born Kevin Belnavis) from the Bronx, and Young Breed to Maybach Music Group and released his label's second studio album and being Triple C's debut album Custom Cars & Cycles. Then in 2010 Rick Ross released Teflon Don. Also Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group label will release another album titled Color, Cut & Clarity by Triple C's. In 2011, Maybach Music Group released the album Self Made Vol. 1 which features Rick Ross, Meek Millz, Pill, and Wale.
Fitted Cap
Maybach Music Group Lyrics
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You know I stick to the script
Twenty million dollar nigga, but I do it like this
Maybach Music, Maybach Music
[Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Wale
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's some nigga from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
Look at my nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute
[Chorus]
I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they five o one, my snapback is hella bent
[Chorus]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole
[Chorus: x2]
The song "Fitted Cap" by Maybach Music Group is a celebration of wealth, fame and all the things that come with it. The lyrics boast of high-end cars, designer clothes, and expensive sneakers, with a particular focus on Air Jordans. The chorus repeats the line "My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap" and talks about owning Rolls-Royces, Foamposites, LeBrons and Spikes. The verses are rapped by different members of the group, including Wale, who name-checks his favorite stores and fashion brands and talks about his love for pink boxes and SBs. Other verses include mentions of Kobe Bryant, Macaulay Culkin, and even Homer Simpson. The song ends with a verse by J. Cole, who reflects on his humble background and how he used to envy those who could afford Air Jordans. Overall, "Fitted Cap" is a song that celebrates the materialistic side of success in hip-hop.
Line by Line Meaning
Beat billionaire
Showing off his wealth and success
You know I stick to the script
He is consistent with his style and approach to music
Twenty million dollar nigga, but I do it like this
Despite being rich and successful, he remains humble and true to his roots
Maybach Music, Maybach Music
The artist is affiliated with Maybach Music Group
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
He is wearing expensive shoes and a trendy hat, showing off his style and fashion sense
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white
He owns an expensive, luxury car
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
He has a collection of expensive and trendy sneakers
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
He is repeating his fashion statement
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
He is proud of his wealth and wants to show it off
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
He reiterates his love for expensive sneakers
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
He is bragging about his expensive microphone and comparing it to a Ferrari
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
His girlfriend is not just attractive, but also fast and expensive like a Concorde plane
Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
He is skilled at basketball and confident in his abilities
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
He is not interested in commitment for his car, and prefers to rent expensive cars
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
He is willing to spend thousands of dollars on accessories for his car
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
He likes girls who appreciate expensive shoes and their packaging
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
He is giving a shoutout to two notable people in the fashion industry
That's some nigga from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
He is affiliated with someone from Atlanta and involved in illegal activities
I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
He is effortlessly successful, like a student at a private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
He insults those who don't appreciate trendy sneakers and implies their partner is unfaithful
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit
He is referring to his crew, and they need more success and wealth
It's ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
He is spending a lot of money despite not having a lot of brain cells, like Homer Simpson
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
He owns a rare and exclusive pair of sneakers
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
He has a group of people around him who support and assist him, like LeBron James' entourage
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin' lanes
He boasts about his success and expensive shoes, and driving in different lanes to show off
Look at my nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser
He has a collection of expensive and rare sneakers, customized with laser engravings
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
He is implying that his wealth and success are more attractive than other men, and can make them envious
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
He is unstoppable and untamable, driving a Lexus but getting paid by Maybach Music Group
I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
He is dressed stylishly in popular Air Jordan shoes
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
He has an expensive watch, but remains cool and confident like a wealthy man with a bald head
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
He is high on marijuana, along with his friends
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
He threatens those who cross him, and references the Wu-Tang Clan's famous sharpshooter, Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
He is affiliated with Maybach Music Group and the Money Over Bitches philosophy, despite being young and inexperienced
Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me
He is carrying a lot of money and a firearm on him
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't God unless no fear
He doesn't tolerate those who stare at him for too long, and believes only those without fear can be like God
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
He has a lot of wealth and women, and is very successful at what he does
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
He and his crew have expensive accessories and have reached a high level of success
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked
He is big and tough like a Mack truck, and his entourage carries firearms
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
He is affiliated with Bad Boy Entertainment, and references music executive Puff Daddy and his last name
On this shit, I can't stand up, country Ks as I man up
He is heavily intoxicated and requires assistance to stand up, and references a type of firearm
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
He is with his fellow Maybach Music Group members
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
He is in Brazil, and enjoying the company of attractive women and drugs
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
He is very successful and efficient, closing a business deal in just one week and having sex with a woman in just one day
My Levis, they five o one, my snapback is hella bent
He is wearing popular Levis jeans and a trendy, worn-in snapback hat
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
He is attractive and stylish, which is why he attracts the attention of women
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
He is confident in himself and his abilities, and those who doubt him are not important
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
He is questioning why anyone would cross him, and hopes they are joking
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
He is with someone's girlfriend while they are not home, and references the movie Home Alone
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
He is taking too many drugs, and references basketball player Kobe Bryant
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
He will outlive his enemies and their skin will dry out from constantly needing to handle his ashes
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
He is becoming more successful and famous, and celebrating with toasts
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
He doesn't want to associate with women who lack emotion, and references Kobe Bryant's famous fadeaway shot
Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
He and his crew are in Sweden, and feel untouchable
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
He admits to feeling envy towards others when he was younger
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
He wanted expensive Air Jordan shoes, but couldn't afford them
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
He understands why his mother couldn't buy him the shoes, as they were very expensive
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
He is now wealthy and can afford to buy expensive items without hesitation
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
He wears expensive clothes and shoes only once, then moves on to the next thing
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
He doesn't care about the price or value of his shoes, just as he doesn't care about the number of someone he is with
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
He is coming for his enemies this summer, and plans to beat them in every way
Contributed by Carson B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.