RJ - Intro lyrics

Naw man, all bitches are the same
Just like my hoes
You know, I keep 'em broke
Wake up one morning with some money
They're subject to go crazy, you know
I keep 'em looking good
Pretty, and all that, you know
But no dough
When I get a bitch, I get a bitch
(oh, right on)
Remember, that, Mac, the Bear? (yeah)
Tried to steal one of my bitches
I called him up on telephone, I said
"Come on over to the pad and
Lets rap a taste on it"
Ya know, so when he comes over
I told her to give him a little taste
Cause he sure as shit wasn't
Getting any from me
See, that nigga wanted that honey
All we wants is the money uhh
Rich off Mackin' mustard on the beat, hoe

Papa was a pimp and momma
Used to ho and strip
They fucked each other comin' up
With they next lick
And nine months later from December '86
The coldest nigga Jesus died for exists
And bitch, when you ever buyin' somethin'?
Find me when you're tryin' somethin'
Out in the sands of Qatar
With my Hawaiian somethin' (uhh)
Me always lying somethin'
(nah) , no brick like a flyin' dutchman
Now I could say I love you
Or we can toast out the struggle
Taught you how to hustle
Took the charge without a sample
Learned to work the wrists
Had the grips without a knuckle
Stretchin' every dollar
Grip until you tear a muscle
I know you been challenged before
And I didn't die close
Without challengin' doors
But I can show you
What good management's for
Shouldn't askin' for more
That's what amateurs' for and
Okay she thinner cause she
Favor Britney Winter i breakin' up in her
On her knees like a sinner
Skip the seasons for winter
Then proceeded to sin her
If she leave with a nigga
Then what you mean, i'ma kill her
With kindness
Pull up with a very very nice bitch
'Cause the models list game is so enticin'
With the gray shit
Wrapped around our diamonds
Lookin' like Sisqo's hair stylist dyed it
Your friends hustled, they're all indited
Only fly shit, next like a high kick
Never mind shit, this Choice, RJ shit (RJ)
That Outcast too, andre shit
Whole hydration, still bump Dre shit
I'm Mack
I mastered the art of communication
And if I'm mackin' your daughter
She entertainment
Got her in the back of the car
She started faintin'
Open up your mind, go viral
And live a baller
I'ma spin without a spiral
All I miss that make the horns off a rhino
And nigga
I can tell that bitch poor by her bio
All these hoes on them lines like a high post
So when it's time to socialize
I supply the dope you question your bitch
Where about she in and out of those
I need that honour roll
Dress it like a compost
I told her love is whatever
Hang off your key chain
Look in the mirror and all
You see is a cliche i know you faded
Treat everyday like your P day
But you keep me paid, and get your weave fade
And cold weather I knows better
Slang that fourth letter
Hoes give me neck 'til they throat swell up
I'm so developed, out the mud like Coachella
A gorilla, bag dope in a dope sweater
I'm a boss nigga, I be late on time
My last bitch ain't work out
I had to exercise you think you know me
But there's more than one side to a story
I pack a 40
Playing smart like I'm valedictorian