Tyga, Juicy J - Mack Down lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tyga, Juicy J - Mack Down lyrics]
I say hush little baby baby
Gotta lay my mack down
One real nigga bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer bitches, run the game
Pitch it, I'm a catcher
I'm a pimp up under pressure
Leave my money on the dresser
Shut the fuck up, start undressin
I ain't Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
I'm ahead of these niggas
I skipped a beat Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining
What I blind you in no time to eat for you
I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money
Call that that Madonna shit
T-sacchi when I'm dressing
Stepping on them speaking bitch
I say hush little baby baby
Gotta lay my mack down
One real n bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Juicy J still shitting on niggas
I'm getting money out the ass (Mhm)
Money over bitches
Nigga you get money out the ass (Mhm)
Balling, spending just for fun
I think I'll cop a Lambo twenty hoes
A hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble
(You know it) hope you ain't going broke
Trying to keep up with me (Yessir)
Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC
(That bitch) cash is tall for me
You need cash to talk to me
And that cash keep coming
It's like that cash be stalking me
Niggas be saying they get money
Just because they got a mouth (Hell naw)
Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins
Louie duffy got a larger mouth (You know it)
You haters falling off
(Bitch) , I'm still getting paid (Bitch)
I got so many fans I can throw a parade
I say hush little baby baby
Gotta lay my mack down
One real n bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Gotta lay my mack down
One real nigga bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Sippin' on some sizzurp
Chilling with some white bitches
Cause they richer bitches, run the game
Pitch it, I'm a catcher
I'm a pimp up under pressure
Leave my money on the dresser
Shut the fuck up, start undressin
I ain't Usher, stop confessin bitch
Tools in the air, five dukes of that
Old Cadillac shit, tire on the back
For the whoopty woop woop, ass superfat
I'm ahead of these niggas
I skipped a beat Heart Attack
Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining
What I blind you in no time to eat for you
I call that Ramadan a rapper shit
You like a virgin to the money
Call that that Madonna shit
T-sacchi when I'm dressing
Stepping on them speaking bitch
I say hush little baby baby
Gotta lay my mack down
One real n bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down
Juicy J still shitting on niggas
I'm getting money out the ass (Mhm)
Money over bitches
Nigga you get money out the ass (Mhm)
Balling, spending just for fun
I think I'll cop a Lambo twenty hoes
A hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble
(You know it) hope you ain't going broke
Trying to keep up with me (Yessir)
Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC
(That bitch) cash is tall for me
You need cash to talk to me
And that cash keep coming
It's like that cash be stalking me
Niggas be saying they get money
Just because they got a mouth (Hell naw)
Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins
Louie duffy got a larger mouth (You know it)
You haters falling off
(Bitch) , I'm still getting paid (Bitch)
I got so many fans I can throw a parade
I say hush little baby baby
Gotta lay my mack down
One real n bitches know my background
Bring me all
All hundreds how does that sound
Word around town, bitch I lay my mack down