knew he be funny lookin like g-money Nigga puffin' voos heard you got married to a crack like You need to get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act
that money make us happy. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* What if I was a millionaire, huh, a major playa on the block, that a mac daddy, drivin a black
a dick Down for my shit, tricks wanna get 'em up with me Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked with me But I'm out on you hoes wit the 10 g belt
me with a birds-eye view So you betta back up, back up 'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up ... 10
me I'm hammer and I'm a lion king, a kuna matatta no worries at all, no footy, I ball I'm on my Apple sh-t, women I'm Mac'ing 'em all Capital summertime
sing back, leave her Get your old ting back I don't know why you even started to link that You need to listen to me jammer, chips and frisk Forget the beef, allow the big Mac
on his wrist My albums in the running, I'm going for the gold of mile Got these girls going mad, million dollar smile My mac pro saying it all what's your G
Yeah nigga, West coast Westcoastin', floatin', oh so floatin' Nigga, G'z Young Gotti I'm like fuck a bitch and fuck you too It's so many different things
gettin' these switches I'm wicked for digits forgive me God for the truth but I fiends for Cheddar like a smoker with a sweet tooth Got game from Legit & 40 C Mac
time it is but you know for those Who don't know, I think it's time that we step to the mic And set the record straight, aiyo, G, we're gon' do it like
, ever man Last name, Ever, first name, Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy ain't nothin' to play with It started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G
a drama setter Got fat while I was gone but now I'm here And y'all rappers only bust shots only in fear Chinchillas on my back, itchy fingers on the mac
in this game wont it, mah 16 so mean, put 20 g's and mah chain on it, quik 2 flip, i aint da average chick, im pakin a mac in da bak of the 45 pass
bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle no more reality flow I'm tryna time my album dropping with a reality show cock the Mac
... I Got Em' [Verse: Lil' Wayne] Money to be made best believe a nigga clockin, I run it myself like a quarterback option, I pitch a 10 g's tell a bitch
off in the Beamer, that 745 Brick Squad right behind, they got seven .45's (Yo Gotti) All I do is win, I'm Gotti the brawn G I'm the M.V.P., I got championship
[Kool G. Rap] Brothers on the corner sellin junk got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
my winter coat got lost buttons And zippers that wouldn't stay zipped I never remembered the brother was straight fat cat Not even a big mac black, I