Yeah, motherfucker, Lil Ugly Mane in this bitch
Mr. Whoa Whoa, I see you
Lets get this money, motherfucker
Chocolate Milk, you heard me?
Ayy
Ayy
I got a lot of profits in my pocket
I can throw them to the sky if you bitches care to drop it
Im cocky, switch the topic, chop the rocks up in the projects
Treat your pussies like theyre objects, you can never stop the progress
Powder and some vegetables
Trap game exceptional
Commas and some decimals
Leaking out my gastrointestinal
Bitch, Im a professional
Bitch, I am invincible
X-Men guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel
Flamethrower fire make a player melt
Steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt
You cant save yourself
Praying for your saviors help
Ima straight filet you and display you on my favorite shelf
Ugly Mane, yeah you see the chain
Yeah you see them hoes flock to me say my name
Im in that Chevy thang slinging banging run the game
You cant even see me fuckboy, we are not the same
Im fly Whys that?
I got money Whys that?
There aint no slack in my mack
Got guns Got guns
Got bread Got bread
There aint no slack in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Ill play you mad motherfuckers
I keep it Eddie Murphy
Laying in the hood, yeah Im dying where they birthed me
Ima gobble up these goblins and these goons like they turkey
Im spitting out their bones in my Patron, Lord have mercy
Swag like nicotine, cant get enough
Plus Im bad for your health boy Im dangerous stuff
Lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not the innards of a dutch just a bag full of guts
Balling on my mind, Kareem Abdula Oblongata
Pull a Louie V and Prada
Anything to get inside her
Call my chopper easy-rider
Call my dick the equalizer
Call my phone Im the supplier
Call my bluff Im not a liar
You the liar when youre lying on your back
With a bullet in your head thinking back on all that whack shit you said
You can never attract cause youre dead
Im ripping you to shreds
Ugly Mane is not right in the head
Im fly Whys that?
I got money Whys that?
There aint no slack in my mack
Got guns Got guns
Got bread Got bread
There aint no slack in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
Get the money, g-g-g-get the money
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack
No slack, in my mack