[Verse 1]
What's Heaven for a Mack?
A hundred bitches that you coordinate
Hit the strip and get the chips, make them afford the cake
Wave 'em up, show them tits, bait 'em up
Uh, they like n***a is you movin' weight or what
Pure sound, do my rounds up in this shady town
Pussy pound, I lay it down, I'm sick, I dick 'em brown
Dapper on a bitch, keep some gold up on my wrist like shit
Game cold, give a bad dyke bitch my nightstick, nice fit
Booted up, up in the place to be
Lil shawty peep game, I think she feelin' me
Cup of Hennesey guaranteed to have her on her knees suckin'
From the back fuckin', benefits no lovin', no cuffin'
I'm the man, ain't into all of that
I use a ho for what she worth and then I'm falling back
Never stallin' jack, best believe I never settle for less
I do this shit with ease, my steelo better than best
So cut the check man, this shit need to get played on the West
This that drop-top anthem for the Summer I bet
I'm up next so tell your mans and them I'm coming correct
I'm holy water on the mic, bitch I bless

Uh
I get money, I fuck bitches (x4)
Fly honeys and more money (x4)
[Verse 2]
I do it for the hooligans
Uh, my music gon' make you move again
I got the sound to make your main hoe choose again
Hopefully she choose to win, I got the purple dank with a lil juice and gin
Add some Goose and Rem'
Finna get right tonight
Bag a couple big booty bitches down on sight
They lookin' tight, so you know my mack game on ice
I sold the dream before the team, I'm Coach Chuck with the pipe, rest in peace
I killed the pussy, kicked her out, I call it grief
Got metaphors for all the whores and all the freaks
So I need my respect and bitch don't drag the mink vest

Uh
I get money, I fuck bitches (x4)
Fly honeys and more money (x4)