Mack Down

I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real ni*ga b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nig*a b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down
Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer b*tches, run the game
Pitch it, I’m a catcher
I’m a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Shut the f*ck up, start undressin
I ain’t Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, a*s superfat
I’m ahead of these nig*as, I skipped a beat; Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I’m shining, what I blind you in
No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna sh*t
T-sacchi when I’m dressing, stepping on them speaking b*tch
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real ni*ga b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nig*a b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down
Juicy J still shitting on ni*gas, I’m getting money out the as* (Mhm)
Money over b*tches, nig*a you get money out the a*s. (Mhm)
Balling, spending just for fun, I think I’ll cop a Lambo
Twenty hoes, a hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble. (You know it!)
Hope you ain’t going broke, trying to keep up with me. (Yessir!)
Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC. (That b*tch!)
Cash is tall for me, you need cash to talk to me
And that cash keep coming, its like that cash be stalking me
Ni*gas be saying they get money, just because they got a mouth (Hell naw!)
Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins, Louie duffy got a larger mouth (You know it!)
You haters falling off (B*tch!), I’m still getting paid. (B*tch!)
I got so many fans I can throw a parade
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real ni*ga b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down
I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down
One real nig*a b*tches know my background
Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, b*tch I lay my mack down