Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know

Yeah yeah yeah oh Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa And I'm cruising through Block Island Sound I have charted a course to the vineyard But tonight I am Nantucket bound We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday Left this morning from the bell in

Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings) I broke so many hearts Hope it's no hard feelings Southside on the track, yeah Evil Genius Gucci season Brrr! Brrr! Haha Guwop, wizop

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Happy people (yeah, yeah yeah, yeah) Happy people baby, happy people Step to the left, step to the right Spin around and bring it down tonight Bring it on up, move in close Let me see you and your partner stroll Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah Can come

I guess I showed her I guess I showed her, yeah, yeah I paid the clerk and moved right in A single room with one big twin There's a chest and mirror Shower's down the hall Room 16 ain't got no view But the hot plate's brand new Once again I've been burned

Seven-days-a-week ho I'm a bad influence, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bet I'll make you do it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Know you said you wouldn't, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Not a freak ho (freak ho) Seven-days-a-week, but I bet not today My shawty is a good girl

I've been to the year 3000 Not much has changed, but they lived underwater And your great-great-great-granddaughter Is doing fine Like one in a film I've seen yeah He told me he built a time machine I took a trip to the year 3000

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

Just so that we can make up Just so that we can make up (oh) I'll keep making the same mistakes, yeah I'm feeling like this is the opposite of love But we know opposites attract I want ya, bad It's so dysfunctional between the two of us You tell me