Lookin Lame (feat. D-Roc)
Moneymackmane
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What it is Money Mac Man, back in this bitch, I don't give two shits Y'all niggas lookin' lamer then the bitch motherfuck your whole damn clique I'm back in this shit, whippin' it, whippin' it, whippin' it in the Benz And I'm doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, so big And y'all motherfuckers don't even want it with the team Black Diamond Game, that's what we representin' Y'all niggas walk in the building Y'all niggas get assisted out the building And I do my own thing I smoke my own green Y'all niggas so lame I keep that cocaine right all up on me, I do my thing I smoke my green Roll my weed and blow my weed Y'all niggas don't know the name It's M-O-N-E-Y, you dig Add a Mack Man to the end , so you got that Money Macka Man And I keep it rollin', man D-Rock, just tell him, man And we keep it rollin', keep it rollin' Car never stolen Got these bitches holdin' my wallet, but she never opens I'm goin' hard, goin' ham to the boulevard Bitches on my dick, but I'ma let them know that I'm a star They see me from afar I'm sittin' on a car with a bad bitch by my side I'm ready to spark Another one Get this cypher done Run this money, son Till the sun come up And when the sun come up, the Money Mac Man bout to spit That early shit Y'all motherfuckers can't even comprehend the shit that I'm bout to spit It's the Money Mac Man It's the Money Mac Man Drop bombs like Osam Got visions like Jeffrey Dahm Y'all niggas don't know what we on We keep it cool, calm, calm, collected Y'all motherfuckers disrespected I don't really want none of this shit Money Mac, been all up in this bitch Yeah, I said that shit Money Mac been Runnin' it Runnin' it up to the end I don't have no limits, man No limits when I'm in it In a car, never in it And your niggas hatin' cause this Time shit Yes, I spend it on my music, on my music High influence for you to do it In the game, to the niggas that blew it Don't blow it I just hold it and roll it Smoke it up and then blow it They don't really know about it But these hoes, they gon' show it Out, out in the club Not showin' love I don't really give a f*ck in the game I'm just goin' up to deuces And the niggas don't know who this is Don't know who this is Money Mac, man, give your bitch the business I'm in your kitchen And I am grabbin' up your chicken Don't give two shits, man I'm in it to win it Never offended from this shit you spittin' Come in, just get it I am in it to win it Never ever been losin' I am steadily choosin' What the f*ck that I'm doin' Not goin' to jail Gettin' caught up with the bullshit Y'all niggas actin' lame I'm just gon' keep on doin' what I'm doin' And what I'm doin' is stayin' out of trouble And when I had to use it, yeah, I used the muscle And in this game, you can't say shit Stay to yourself and keep your lips zip All my niggas get it quick And all my niggas on the trouble All my niggas on the move All my niggas on the double Gotta keep the tool on deck Cause these niggas disrespect And when they do, I'm at they neck Cut them off just like a check I don't really play about it I'm in this game And they don't really wanna mess around with the flame I got the torch Got the torch I go insane Get these niggas off they brain Then I'm goin' hell insane I'm goin' so high in the sky Learjet G5 floatin' by Wavin' high Chuck the deuces in the sky Hatin' on me Hatin' on me These niggas hatin' on me But I bet they bitches at the telly pent Waitin' on me Waitin' on me Waitin' on me Three bitches waitin' on me At the top of the penthouse, I got three bitches on me And I'm going I'm going I'm going till the morning Then I give the dick And then I split And then I'm just zoning on the cruise to the islands I'm ballin' with my niggas You niggas hatin' on me Cause these niggas cop the figures And I just pull these triggers for these little ass niggas Tryin' to get up in the game But you niggas cannot Even figure We in this game You lookin' lame You lookin' lame Get out my face Out my face Lookin Lame Lookin Lame Get out my face We in the game You lookin' lame You niggas lame Get out my face I'm in the game To get the fame You lookin' lame You lookin' lame For all the fame Get out my way I'm in this game For the fame We in the game You lookin' lame You lookin' lame Stay out my lane Get out my lane You lookin' lame You lookin' lame
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Written by: Derrick harris, Craig Thurmon
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