Mac 11
Mac 11 ive been trynna get it
Send a message or
Send me the reverend
Every second
We boutta cash days
Every lesson
We boutta cash pain
Full body range
Like your full body sang
Everybody know the name
Like your number stay the same
I aint never gunna change
If i do its for the better
Put that shit on your header
Put that shit on the feather
And i make these songs slap
Put the G on the map
ill be back with a plaque
Put that shit on your lap
Make a mill off of rap
With the bonafide cap
Need a bonafide app
We about to catch another bag
Another bag
Another stack
Another bag
Another crash
Another crash
Get the cash
Need it fast
I need it fast
I need a tap
I need a tap
I need a tap
Where you at?
Ive been trynna go hard
Ive been trynna get a start
Ive been trynna get a spark
ive been living in the dark
Ive been trynna give you heart
Ive Been praying everyday
Yall been trynna make it rain
Yall just really want the fame
Got love for this shit
Make a song not a hit
A heavy heart weights a bit
A heavy heart turning cold
A heavy heart made of gold
A heavy heart with the soul
Mac 11 ive been trynna get it
Send a message or
Send me the reverend
Every second
We boutta cash days
Every lesson
We boutta cash pain
Send a message or
Send me the reverend
Every second
We boutta cash days
Every lesson
We boutta cash pain
Full body range
Like your full body sang
Everybody know the name
Like your number stay the same
I aint never gunna change
If i do its for the better
Put that shit on your header
Put that shit on the feather
And i make these songs slap
Put the G on the map
ill be back with a plaque
Put that shit on your lap
Make a mill off of rap
With the bonafide cap
Need a bonafide app
We about to catch another bag
Another bag
Another stack
Another bag
Another crash
Another crash
Get the cash
Need it fast
I need it fast
I need a tap
I need a tap
I need a tap
Where you at?
Ive been trynna go hard
Ive been trynna get a start
Ive been trynna get a spark
ive been living in the dark
Ive been trynna give you heart
Ive Been praying everyday
Yall been trynna make it rain
Yall just really want the fame
Got love for this shit
Make a song not a hit
A heavy heart weights a bit
A heavy heart turning cold
A heavy heart made of gold
A heavy heart with the soul
Mac 11 ive been trynna get it
Send a message or
Send me the reverend
Every second
We boutta cash days
Every lesson
We boutta cash pain
Credits
Writer(s): Luis Vargas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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