Words From The Mack

Hit the bitch up for the deep throat
I might mack another bitch whenever she's gone
Brand new fit this a peacoat
Playa shit it's the only shit we on

I could call the plays, every single day
Niggas never play everyday I'm trynna get paid

I could send them shots straight to your top
While she give top she got freaky after couple shots
Aye
Still a slide up on the blade I done made a little change but I promise I won't change
Uhh
Still a pop out on the block all black Eddie Brock giving game when I talk
Yeah
I just came in with the groove bust another move playa shit to smooth
Too smooth
And you know the bitch is dime sipping red wine have the money on time

This just some words from the Mack
This Playa shit is straight on wax
Understand what I'm saying
Cause I'm not playing this game that I'm giving its heavy weighing
Talk to em' nigga

We don't trust these hoes
Swinging bangs on 'bows
And you know we riding slow
Im jamming screw
Riding low but I'm high
We throw them H's up high
Cause you know we from the south

Riding round in the H one deep
Just got off of work roll a J before I leave
Money on my mind I'm talking millions
Fuck a check I want hundreds and fifties

Bring you girl around me and imma flirt
She like the way I sing and rap on the verse
Cause you know a nigga like me serve
A bitch on the silver platter no work

I got to much money on my mind
Steady smoking weed and stay on my grind
If it aint about the money then It don't make sense
Cause everything I do is about the Benjamins

Me and my niggas
Ride slow and macking these hoes
For the H is what I rep for
Return of the mack is on

Watch how I top it
Come fuck with me cause I got it
Don't mess with a P just tap in
I knew I had bitch whenever I was mackin

Ya last P was flop he was cappin
And I know he wasn't really bout that action
I told the bitch money was my real attraction
Walk the blade go ahead make your back bend

Think twice if you really bout that action
You ain't talking money, no need for interaction
Imma keep it smooth, keep it playa no relaxing
I'm on other shit out the way and I'm stacking

I know you haven't dealt with a real P baby
I'm giving game its a shame they don't see it baby
Rick James with the flame in the street baby
The mack game real proper in the streets baby
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Writer(s): Clarence Jackson Iii
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