Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand) Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand) I don't want no bitch to fuck with me for free (what's a thousand?) You know a rich nigga can't fuck no ho for free

When I move you move (just like that) (When I move you move) just like that Stand up! Stand up! Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back! (Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!) Stand up! (just like that) How you ain't gon' fuck! bitch out me? I'm the god damn

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin' I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin' I woke up this morning, I had a boner I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner I be going through shit,

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)

I won't hold back Nothing like them other niggas Nothing like them other bitches I'm coming back for good So let them niggas know it's mines I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs Where you at on the map

Aye aye aye aye Me and the homies But I'm with the homies right now One day, it's gon' burn you out Everybody, everybody Everybody sit your bitch ass down and Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smoking on

Yeah, you know, I smashed Foreign Spanish jawn, I really like your lemonade I put Cartiers all over my bitch's face She just got apparel, all because a nigga paid Put her in the past, 'cause you know Yeah, I smashed, yeah Shawty let me smash So I put her

Don't be spiteful Don't get too caught up with that nigga 'Cause you got you a nigga What we had wasn't love, love, love, love, yeah Don't hate on my new bitches And I won't be spiteful I see you takin' shots girl I see you ain't forgot girl Take us out

Teach you how to be a boss (boss), top dropped off (skrrt) Motherfuck the fame, I done came to the vault (for what) You a little man (little, huh) Your money getting shorter (shorter) My bitch from 'cross the water (bitch) Teach you how to count it