It's John Mackk
If she looked, then she took, better keep her on the leash
She know I'm him, so she's coming home with me
Blow me while I'm driving, got her bent over the seat
They know not to play with him, cuz he got reach
These niggas really be my sons, no paternity
Play with me, Ia get to steppin, no fraternity
Aye Keep calling my phone, but you irking me
Acting like she don't know my song, bitch you heard of me
If you want a feat, you gotta pay me, man
Make sure the check clear like it's HD
I'm having motion, and I think that's why they hate me
Finna come, new track hawk, who gon' race me
Look, I'm finna come, new Model X, you can't race this
Niggas always got their hand out, I'ma break it
Fye, fye, fye, tell em take this
And I got everything I want, cuz I take risks
Damn, how the f*ck is niggas hating
She said she never had a real nigga they can't fake it
I open up her door and clean her makeup
Welcome to Death Row, little baby, we can't break up
Damn, baby, shake it
Wop, wop, wop, I can't take it
Niggas hella weird, I ain't hanging with no rapists
Call me Michael Scott, cuz I always got the paper
How the f*ck did I fit 50,000 in these f*cking denims
Stepping like a Sigma, you might think I'm fratting with them
Off White on my feet, you think it's black, I'm laughing, nigga
And he a big rat, I think they call him Master Splinter
And I be hella cool, but don't make me slap a nigga
What the f*ck you thought? I am not a rapping, nigga
I'm a rich-ass bag chasing paper stacking nigga
Say that he get pape, I believe you cappin nigga
On My Ma
Aye, tell me how I fit a hundred in these motherf*cking jeans
How I take that dirty money and then turn it clean
Why these niggas acting like it's cool to be a fiend
Tell me something, aye, is it really real
You gon' hold a nigga down when he in the field
Tell me something, aye, you about to bill
If I put this ice on you, you know how to chill
Tell me something, aye, you got motion, baby
Is that, whew, whew, wetter than the ocean, baby
Tell me something, hey, is it broken, baby
Did you give that boy your heart or is it stolen, baby
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It's John Mackk
If she looked, then she took, better keep her on the leash
She know I'm him, so she's coming home with me
Blow me while I'm driving, got her bent over the seat
They know not to play with him, cuz he got reach
These niggas really be my sons, no paternity
Play with me, Ia get to steppin, no fraternity
Aye Keep calling my phone, but you irking me
Acting like she don't know my song, bitch you heard of me
If you want a feat, you gotta pay me, man
Make sure the check clear like it's HD
I'm having motion, and I think that's why they hate me
Finna come, new track hawk, who gon' race me
Look, I'm finna come, new Model X, you can't race this
Niggas always got their hand out, I'ma break it
Fye, fye, fye, tell em take this
And I got everything I want, cuz I take risks
Damn, how the f*ck is niggas hating
She said she never had a real nigga they can't fake it
I open up her door and clean her makeup
Welcome to Death Row, little baby, we can't break up
Damn, baby, shake it
Wop, wop, wop, I can't take it
Niggas hella weird, I ain't hanging with no rapists
Call me Michael Scott, cuz I always got the paper
How the f*ck did I fit 50,000 in these f*cking denims
Stepping like a Sigma, you might think I'm fratting with them
Off White on my feet, you think it's black, I'm laughing, nigga
And he a big rat, I think they call him Master Splinter
And I be hella cool, but don't make me slap a nigga
What the f*ck you thought? I am not a rapping, nigga
I'm a rich-ass bag chasing paper stacking nigga
Say that he get pape, I believe you cappin nigga
On My Ma
Aye, tell me how I fit a hundred in these motherf*cking jeans
How I take that dirty money and then turn it clean
Why these niggas acting like it's cool to be a fiend
Tell me something, aye, is it really real
You gon' hold a nigga down when he in the field
Tell me something, aye, you about to bill
If I put this ice on you, you know how to chill
Tell me something, aye, you got motion, baby
Is that, whew, whew, wetter than the ocean, baby
Tell me something, hey, is it broken, baby
Did you give that boy your heart or is it stolen, baby
If she looked, then she took, better keep her on the leash
She know I'm him, so she's coming home with me
Blow me while I'm driving, got her bent over the seat
They know not to play with him, cuz he got reach
These niggas really be my sons, no paternity
Play with me, Ia get to steppin, no fraternity
Aye Keep calling my phone, but you irking me
Acting like she don't know my song, bitch you heard of me
If you want a feat, you gotta pay me, man
Make sure the check clear like it's HD
I'm having motion, and I think that's why they hate me
Finna come, new track hawk, who gon' race me
Look, I'm finna come, new Model X, you can't race this
Niggas always got their hand out, I'ma break it
Fye, fye, fye, tell em take this
And I got everything I want, cuz I take risks
Damn, how the f*ck is niggas hating
She said she never had a real nigga they can't fake it
I open up her door and clean her makeup
Welcome to Death Row, little baby, we can't break up
Damn, baby, shake it
Wop, wop, wop, I can't take it
Niggas hella weird, I ain't hanging with no rapists
Call me Michael Scott, cuz I always got the paper
How the f*ck did I fit 50,000 in these f*cking denims
Stepping like a Sigma, you might think I'm fratting with them
Off White on my feet, you think it's black, I'm laughing, nigga
And he a big rat, I think they call him Master Splinter
And I be hella cool, but don't make me slap a nigga
What the f*ck you thought? I am not a rapping, nigga
I'm a rich-ass bag chasing paper stacking nigga
Say that he get pape, I believe you cappin nigga
On My Ma
Aye, tell me how I fit a hundred in these motherf*cking jeans
How I take that dirty money and then turn it clean
Why these niggas acting like it's cool to be a fiend
Tell me something, aye, is it really real
You gon' hold a nigga down when he in the field
Tell me something, aye, you about to bill
If I put this ice on you, you know how to chill
Tell me something, aye, you got motion, baby
Is that, whew, whew, wetter than the ocean, baby
Tell me something, hey, is it broken, baby
Did you give that boy your heart or is it stolen, baby
Writer: John Woodfox, Markell Johnson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid