Triple J - Mac Lyrics

Uh huh
Yeah, Yeah
And it go
Thinking about it f*cking up the concept
Who taking L's better when they bounce back?
Fit like a male janitor with bomb stacks
Ain't hit the phase where i gotta count that
Need my money with no doubt
Im bout take it all up to the bad mode
Oh.. F*ck you mean why im looking at your ass for
You the one that got the back
Question is why you really got the panst on
F*cking has really been a nigga past goal
That shit be mad old
Good physic with chest on heavy
Fully dairly
Mind me of that whight girl ethel
Bricklberry
On my bed she need be settled
Ain't it scarey
Bare in mind she got good brain
Dictionary
Love it dearly
Im the man
Still a god bruh
Bitch i got plenty D
And You want it all
Sink it in imma never give you have a call
I'm that involved
Probably finna get your ass to ball
I got you on
Got me thinking of your ass
Booty
Hella bad
Coochie
Pass it back
Ooohh shit
I need me that
Baby momma motivated by the cash
You know you be f*cking with a mac
Baby momma motivated by the cash
Confident when get the paper in the bag
Baby momma motivated by the cash
Ay man
And uhh knocked over you know
Stopped and I stashed that way
Well tell me what you gon do with this one?
Aw man shit, well you know how I am
Imma run my thing man
It's all about the money thing with me
On your ever cool shit
She do gets it rocking on her Erika Baduness
Booty sick as popping when she walk across a room and
Catching eyes and feelings what the girl is best at doing
God damnit it I'm a fan
She can leave me foolish
I don't give as long as I be Alley-ooping on that booty
Said she love it from the back plus all the view man I'm assuming
That it's all part of the plant of stepping up and f*cking ruling
She the man
But she can have it
Yeah she love my magic stick and mostly when she ass it
Whole crew is good but she the mouthaf*cking Asset
If she be a stripper she be filling up em bags shit
Cupid had me bad
F*ck ,Got me looking back
Had me focus on fam and f*cking being a Dad
Momma on hella bad my quoting's in uncle sam
I can never be mad the bae is all that I have
Got me thinking of your ass
Booty
Hella bad
Coochie
Pass it back
Ooohh shit
I need me that
Baby momma motivated by the cash
You know you be f*cking with a mac
Baby momma motivated by the cash
Confident when get the paper in the bag
Baby momma motivated by the cash
Naw man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes
You know, I keep 'em broke
Wake up one morning with some money
They're subject to go crazy, you know
I keep 'em looking good, pretty, and all that, you know
But no dough
When I get a bitch, I get a bitch (oh, right on)
Remember, that, Mac, the Bear? (yeah)
Tried to steal one of my bitches
I called him up on telephone, I said
"Come on over to the pad and lets rap a taste on it"
Ya know, so when he comes over
I told her to give him a little taste
Cause he sure as shit wasn't getting any from me
See, that nigga wanted that honey, all we wants is the money