Mackbo - 40 Block Lyrics

She gon throw that ass when she see that cash
If I tell your ass to come through you gon cum last
I aint here to judge I aint worried bout yo past
Money calling no time to talk sorry baby gotta blast

Yuh hold on
Tick tock tick tick tick tock
Tick tock tick tick tick tock
Got my 40 block
You know how we rock

Four cars deep I pull up in a two seater
Thick snow bunny call her Brittney she a man eater
Thirteenth disciple on my sweater
Spent four bills on my maison margiela
Chatting with the homies bout how we gon get the cheddar
Only we worried bout now is the f*cking weather
F*cking weather she know about it shit who let her

Aye been through it all but I never been broke
To see me fall they got all the hope
I got what you need what you want
On my 40 ounce I got oe font
Call me flacko they flock to me no need to flaunt

In a wide body triple parked don't need the keys to start
You a mall cop like paul blart aint got no heart
Who this nigga think he is he ye or some sort?
Laugh at yall while sipping out my pimp cup with no remorse

What's a stylist I never had it
My jewels is far from plastic
You mocking birds you niggas parrots
You my son I'm ya parent
Mackbo the ambassador that's the only thing I'm swearing