05 Mac - Feeling it Lyrics

Ya, ou
Ya, ou
Ya,ou
Ya
Countin' up some Benjamins, cop an AP Skeleton
Damn, I'm feelin' rich as shit, so I can't rock a citizen
It's big, 406, and hardin is what I represent Baby love to drip, so I ain't gotta pay rent
Mackin' on some cougars, can't f*ck with a young bitch
Got it out the gutter had to suffer, now we dumb rich
Ain't no time for stories, f*ck that sad shit, bitch, I'm dumb lit

In the booth, go stupid, fluent on some new shit
Mackin' on some new bitch, on the beat, groovin
Bass it be boomin', money stay movin'
F*ck is you foolin'? Shorty stay choosin
My dripper got her oozin, straight Ws no losin
Niggas say he want the smoke, smoke em' like some medicine

A Nigga done, upd his bag and all my niggas plugged in
Feelin' like a mac dad, and shorty so heaven sent
They like Mac dad where you been, bitch, I been out for M's
Out for cash, out for grabs Puffin' thraxx, got a 50 in the hand

Bitch on bad, she had yams She in love with Mac dad, yeah, she love to stance
Yeah, she love the fit and course my diamonds dance
I'm gon' throw these dead presidents I've been the man
And I ain't poppin' Xans, I'm just smokin' thraxx, gettin' racks
I can't ever lack, keep that Mac, keep that strap

Bitch, I wear all black, get your shit push back
We go-, we go-
We go-, we go-
Now a bad bitch, yea she f*ckin' with a Mac

Got a bad bitch, yea she hoppin' on my lap
Got a bad bitch, and she trippin' off a tab
Got a bad bitch, and she smokin' on the thraxx
We pour up that ack, bad lil shorty feel on Mac
Yea my bitch on bad, you know that we poppin tags
I don't need romance, f*ck you mean? I need some bag
Hoe I need some cash and you know that's f*ckin facts
Now a bad bitch, yea she f*ckin' with a Mac

Got a bad bitch, yea she hoppin' on my lap
Got a bad bitch, and she trippin' off a tab
Got a bad bitch, and she smokin' on the thraxx