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Description
Producer: Cardo
Composer: Malcolm James McCormick
Lyrics and translation
Original
Whoo!
Had to throw one of those in there.
Uh, this that motherfucking millionaire music, you feel me?
Check.
You can't believe it, this ridiculous, belligerent.
Oh my bad, I'm just killing shit, I'm killing shit. A girl a girl a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch.
Smart dude, we getting ignorant, this ignorant.
Can't believe it, this ridiculous, belligerent. Oh my bad, I'm just killing shit, I'm killing shit.
And a girl a girl a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch. Smart dude, we getting ignorant, this ignorant.
Hey, so I just bought another Rollie and that shit is goldie, huh.
Better get it before it's gone 'cause my shop ain't open long.
I stay smoking on that strong, I'm smoking on that strong.
Then go and take a handful of drugs, what the fuck is going on? Being rich, well that's fun as hell. These bitches come like they under spells.
Yo, Mr. Jaws you see I'm a mack, but I'm rolling deep like Adele. I'm Robert Downey
Jr. , you more like Steve Carell.
So get smart, no head starts, put a lion on a gazelle. You tryna rhyme 'cause you idolize what I design for myself.
It's hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine yourself.
I don't hate you, bitch, just faker rich. I get paper like grades at Cambridge.
I'm best friends with my banker, shit. Gave fifty racks just to make a wish.
Brand new crib, I'm painting it. Half a mil', just paid for it.
No Thanksgiving parade in this, but we marching like the Saints come in.
So run and hide, eyes open wide 'cause this gon' be your jam. Just burn a Dutch then turn it up as I pass it off to Cam, damn.
Huh, huh, I got that mac with me. Huh, huh, I got that mac with me.
Huh, huh, I got that mac with me. Huh, huh, I got that mac with me.
Yo, this ridiculous, belligerent.
Oh my bad, I'm just killing shit, I'm killing shit. And a girl a girl a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch.
Smart dude, we getting -ignorant, this ignorant. -I got that mac with me.
Yo, we never met before, but there'll be a mess for sure.
When I was a baby, my crib was mom's dresser drawer.
Infrared, blasting guns, dumping shots.
Another K, another Tec, another Glock.
They smoking weed, sipping E, crushing rocks.
Forget the Porsche, they want your baby mother boxed.
And you pamper honey, wordy pamper honey. And she sucking dick for formula and pamper money.
And a real thug don't play that. Lay back with a mac in a kayak. Yayo turned to the straight crack.
Maybach black with a gat, won't say jack.
Say jack, say jack, say jack, say jack, say jack, say jack. I got that mac with me. Huh, huh,
I got that mac with me. Huh, huh, I got that mac with me. Huh, huh,
I got that mac with me. Huh, huh, I got that mac with me.
This ridiculous, belligerent. Oh my bad, I'm just killing shit, I'm killing shit.
And a girl a girl a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch.
Smart dude, we getting ignorant, -this ignorant. -I got that mac with me.
Why are we here?