Lookin Lame (feat. D-Roc)

Moneymackmane

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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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