The Return of the Mac (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Doe B]
Yeah
Cut the beat up a little
I like the way you playin' the guitar in that motherf*cker, boy
Yeah
Yeah
You know I don’t play the motherf*ckin' radio with these b*tches
Ay

[Verse 1: Doe B]
First and foremost, I’m a motherf*ckin' Mac
Ain’t dealin' with no ho' ‘less she got motherf*ckin' stacks
Watch me work, I kick back, what your motherf*ckin' bank?
Feed her di*k and bubblegum, send them in and out of banks
When it come to these hoes, boy the kid got rank
Ain’t no b*tch I can’t score, feelin' like Lebron James
I go hard on the sl*t like a real ass n*gga
She can hate my f*ckin' guts but she lovin my pimpin'
Got my other hoes trippin', talkin' 'bout "Oh, don’t call her"
Lost your job last week, b*tch and I need Guala
Ain’t got nothing but bad boss b*tches on my roster
She might be fine in your eyes but all I see is dollars

[Chorus: Doe B]
I go hard, I go on a ho' (The Mac back)
I’m a mac n*gga, you ain’t know (The Mac back)
Turn your back and I’ll take your ho' (The Mac back)
All my haters, try to bring a ho' (The Mac back)
And I still hustle on the low (The Mac back)
I’d be damned if I’d go for broke (The Mac back)
So b*tch don’t you play with dough (The Mac back)
Bring that money, homie play your role (The Mac back)
[Verse 2: Doe B]
I keep all my hoes in line like a motherf*ckin' clinic
And I stay in they mouth like a motherf*ckin' dentist
When it come to this pimpin ain’t no motherf*ckin' limit
Poppin pills, lean sippin', still f*ckin up my kidney
I got hoes out in Texas, I got hoes all in Memphis
Miami and Atlanta, I got hoes all in Philly
And they all got connects, on that tough so mix some chickens
Got my b*tch out there in Cali, and she say, "No less than fifty"
Got it before with them taxes, every year she make a killin'
Love to take a n*gga shoppin', spendin' racks in the Lennox
My lil' b*tch up in Virginia, all she do is look pretty
Say she hate my f*ckin guts but she lovin' my pimpin

[Chorus: Doe B]
I go hard, I go on a ho' (The Mac back)
I’m a mac n*gga, you ain’t know (The Mac back)
Turn your back and I’ll take your ho' (The Mac back)
All my haters, try to bring a ho' (The Mac back)
And I still hustle on the low (The Mac back)
I’d be damned if I’d go for broke (The Mac back)
So b*tch don’t you play with dough (The Mac back)
Bring that money, homie play your role (The Mac back)

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I got hoes selling pills, put my name in they wheels
All this ice on my wrist, yeah my arms with the chill
b*tch, pokin' ass ain't tippin', say I'm trippin'
Ho', I'm starting classy, shark wool full of Izzo, b*tch
I'm your counselor, your honky, you better get it
A carpet full of money, Imma stuff your body in it
I extort a b*tch, just like I extort a n*gga
These bricks shooting out my mouth, like my hand on the trigger
Credit card fraud, plus the work, a straight stealin'
She can be a pretty b*tch, gotta be a straight dealer
If you like a cash register, yeah, I'm the one
Keep a wetty mouth, full of nut
And I am your purse
[Chorus: Doe B]
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back