Lyrics:
Yea yea
Don Billiono Mos Wanted La Familia
What’s stackin’ my nigga,
Nothing but money, I’m macking my nigga
What’s stackin’ my nigga,
Nothing
S.I.A., NonFiction
Hold up, Hold up
Making money pimping and macking
These haters don't want no action
Making money pimping and macking
These haters
I'm addicted to macking
I got money in my wallet
Money on my mind
Grinding for the fuck of it
We all gonna die
Ballin sittin grippin sippin on mine
Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking
I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type
on the bottle any less gotta pour it out
Sliding, macking I don't do no capping
I'm the type of nigga that's gonna make it happen
Sliding, macking I don't do no
Short, Short
Short Dog, you so cold
You'ze a player from coast to coast
Short Dog, let 'em know
Still spitting that game and macking hoes
Short
Too $hort baby on the microphone and I'm macking
I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp
Since I started walking I had this limp
It was a cool type
stacks and macking out hoes
Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome
We the flyest gangstas
Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT,
stacks and macking out hoes
Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome
We the flyest gangstas
Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT,
and bake
Make you trip like you stepped on a grate
You can't run from me
Yo J
What's Crackin?
I be straight MACKING in the back of the 'lac
Just relaxing
cause I'm too $hort baby on the microphone
And I'm macking hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never simp since I
Started walking I had this limp it was
say "$hort what's up?"
See me with a bitch with a big-ass butt
I don't answer, I start laughing
Nothing going on but the Oaktown macking
Laying it
macking
I finally got a chance to grab my pen
And make another rhyme so I can make more ends
It's a rush production, not the beat
I rushed it out
I be steady macking when I'm all around you
I be steady macking when I'm all around you
Cause I know you are my type
And I would never play with you
comma's, Macking on them mamas
Like I'm Mr. Grim reaper I stay with a heater
Mac-11's black forces with a white Beater
Big Rasta Don dada, I stay with them
Make my boys wanna hooo
All the females smoking Haze
Loving haters fuck their moves
We don't give a shit
We're crooks
Macking money fuck your fame
Aye This is how I see it
We Should play this game for life
What Game
Macking... Hanging
Yea I like that
Macking... Hanging
Macking... Hanging
wont be back until spring
Remember when I was in class driftin' off having these dreams
Rapping and Trapping
Flipping and stacking
Pimping and macking
Play it out, I wanna get paid action on the scene
First scene, I'm maxing on the drinks first scene
Second scene, I'm macking on the girl second
My bitch trapanese
Shawty stay bagging keys
Look good from her ass to feet
She love to throw that ass on me
Can't you see im macking these
Im quick
that Nigga
Getting served by yo bih
We be murkin'
Money macking Murderers in this Bih
I know you heard about that Nigga.
Said words about that Nigga
It
go wild”
I got them macking like their rocking to my old shit “girls go wild, girls go wild”
She want me to trick, I think this pussy one for me
want to pump the gas
Give you a sad story and you give him cash?
He starts macking and macking and you sucking
Quick to say I'm down on my luck
macking moves
Whatever you wanna do
It's you
This that fast life
Good vibes
Tryna act right
Stunna shades
In the club type
If you with me
We gon be
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