mac dre - cash withdrawls lyrics
[intro]
(mac dre):rocc, she look kinda cool huh
i like the look but what’s in the purse mayne?
the look is cool mayne, but baby what’s in the purse?
the look is cool…
[verse 1: mac dre]
he don’t get out it cause he think he can’t afford it
i’ma play the b-tch like a tape recorder, i make nacho
i get cheese and chips she don’t got dough? i’ma leave the b-tch
cause a b-tch with no money can’t give me no money, she always laughing but ain’t a d-mn thing funny
the joke’s on you baby, you’re through baby pretty face and big booty just ain’t gone do baby
where i’m from? b-tch you’s a loser
i’m a woozer? n-gga i’ma use her make the b-tch run like she still in [?] and get thick faces
i’m mac dre this the big ole pimp
he in the benz behind the tint
4 ev’s 4 ep’s playing bbd’s going off three g’s
[verse 2]
i get money n-gga, she get money bring it all to me
stalking a [?] put miles on her feet yeah i know
i’m this, i’m that i ain’t sh-t but i’m only out to ball leave it all on that b-tch on my whips
on my fits and on my chips we got big grip, big deals and big hits plus i spit big game
get up in your b-tch brain convince her to get changed motherf-cka it’s a pimp thang
that’s trill mayne i’m all about stacking a grill (while my hands are writing raps count cash and slapping a b-tch)
i’m up in this b-tch when i do this, n-gga i recruit chicks like the high school in a young b-tch ear like a cutip
[hook]
in the skates or at the mall, i’m still collecting drawls whether darksin or red bones, fresh hair and painted toes
when i leave they’re on my phone, cause i’m all in their dome
and my goal’s to hook them all, to make my cash withdawls
[verse 3]
[?] produced big body tours
now i peace like a cannon it’s so heated
dime piece she understand it so i feel i beat it
dropped her off then skeet see i’m a young mac
manipulating young racks to get my chips, [?] to my lips tricks follow her here
get more cheese than [?] sit on cheese and whips [?] to get cheese
call me valvida mob is dangerous like a 7o with a heater
said her name was [?] you don’t need her non-profit organization let the whip fill feeder
with pimp sh-t i greet her campaign like i’m running for office
campaign cause you know who the boss is
it’s genuine [?] sidewayz spin the past winning all fast
money off the track like their [?] these squares ain’t eating
[verse 4]
i’ve been on some whole other sh-t
but it’s time to go i been first to get to moving on a n-gga like he was a prison snitch
scrubbing n-ggas off the map like some ajax stuck a pitbull b-tch watch out for this pimp attack
i got to lace this track like a taylor lace a mac
explaining how i make money fall out the b-ttcrack
eyes glossed up from f-cking with the ecstacy silly [?]
best to be dude always on your p’s and q’s like brotha lynch mayne [?] refuse to lose
but in this game you guaranteed to get knocked and bruised
but stay pimping dude [?]
[verse 5]
well it’s official i’m a factor in these streets (streets)
we jack n-ggas for beats and give a f-ck about making enemies off hennessey and remy so i’m a godd-mn fool
catch a b-tch with a government check and i’ma cop that too
take the df tattoo but it’s not for dungeon families thats for [?] finest tell me do you understand me?
i’m sour, never sweet like candy b-tches tryna get at me cause of this pimping mentality [?] now they mad at me
for the sh-t that i did to this kid got her coming out that dig now we’re doing it big
we stacking up chips to back n-ggas up off the d-ck cause they hating all on my status [?] to living lavish
but i still manage to remain savage avoid f-ggots got it sn-tching habits dangnabbit its cold mackin
sn-tch up for this fame if you lames can’t feel me and dig deep off in your brain and put this thang to make you feel me
[hook x2]
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