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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