Yeah
Nigga, I´m the motherfuckin´ mac of the motherfuckin´ year of the motherfuckin´ motherfuckin´ year, motherfuckin´ year, nigga

I´m a mac, M-A-C and your bitch know it
She can´t relax, nigga the bag and all he did was grow it
Ain´t shit like this rap and this trap money
Either way, I´ma get paid, that´s why I act funny
I was dead off the mud ´til she tap my pockets
I woke up out my sleep and took off like rockets
That´s your big brother bag, that is not your wallet (Cap)
My youngest son just turned one, I could put him through college (Facts)
I bought the Benz off the lot with the low mileage (Facts)
All cash, no L´s, fuck a co-signer (Facts)
Somebody tell these motherfuckers, I´m the big timer (Shit)
I´m the reason why these niggas think they big timing

My bitch bring me blues, your bitch bring you problems
You be on that hoe back like a dirty condom (Ha)
I never trip on a bitch I´m a real mobster
I crack a nigga on the field like I´m Shaq Thompson (Mobster)
You ain´t get the mud from the doc? I do not want it
All my enemies is dead, I don´t got opponents
I drop a bag on your head and watch somebody blow it (Boom)
Yeah, my Perc´ just kicked in, that bitch got me goin´
Quarterback with the pack, gold tee, I throw it (Go long)
We ain´t never shut down, my trap always rolling (Bitch)
I shopped so much at Barney´s, they went extinct

Flyest niggas on two feet, it´s Chang and SB
Passed up on your bitch, she was tryna molest me
I rock ice and keep a stick like I´m Wayne Gretzky
When I first met the ho, "Can I get the check please?"
Sike, I´m really not that nice, you shoulda went and got a geek
I´m the nigga in my hood, I should have my own street
I send your nigga to the store for some chips and a drink
And he better come back with my change and a receipt
Tellin´ Nef he never ran outta gas, they on E
Fuck your grandma that´s sick and your partner that´s deceased (Fuck that nigga)
His headstone a Porta Potti, we gon´ piss where he sleep

I was rich before Roddy and I still keep a gleek
Got so much game, the blind bitch wanna see
Like an inmate, fresh out the hoe, I got mail now (Money)
If you don´t see them niggas with me then we fell out
She love when I hop in the booth and go beast
I know the real shooter gang, your friends the police
You be giving them statements, and me? I don´t speak
If she ride with the chain, the ho finna work her cleats
I bought a little twenty ounce just so I could drop a three
Beat the pussy up for hours, I got stamina for weeks
Feelin´ like I´m Austin Powers on this groovy ass beat (Groovy baby)

I can make a square one lady into a freak
I´ma independent P, fuck this rap industry
The ho told me she ran away ´cause you weak