The Return of the Mac (Remix)

[Intro: Doe B]
Yeah
Cut the beat up a little
I like the way you playin' the guitar in that motherfucker, boy
Yeah
Yeah
You know I don’t play the motherfuckin' radio with these bitches
Ay

[Verse 1: Doe B]
First and foremost, I’m a motherfuckin' Mac
Ain’t dealin' with no ho' ‘less she got motherfuckin' stacks
Watch me work, I kick back, what your motherfuckin' bank?
Feed her dick and bubblegum, send them in and out of banks
When it come to these hoes, boy the kid got rank
Ain’t no bitch I can’t score, feelin' like Lebron James
I go hard on the slut like a real ass nigga
She can hate my fuckin' guts but she lovin my pimpin'
Got my other hoes trippin', talkin' 'bout "Oh, don’t call her"
Lost your job last week, bitch and I need Guala
Ain’t got nothing but bad boss bitches on my roster
She might be fine in your eyes but all I see is dollars

[Chorus: Doe B]
I go hard, I go on a ho' (The Mac back)
I’m a mac nigga, you ain’t know (The Mac back)
Turn your back and I’ll take your ho' (The Mac back)
All my haters, try to bring a ho' (The Mac back)
And I still hustle on the low (The Mac back)
I’d be damned if I’d go for broke (The Mac back)
So bitch don’t you play with dough (The Mac back)
Bring that money, homie play your role (The Mac back)

[Verse 2: Doe B]
I keep all my hoes in line like a motherfuckin' clinic
And I stay in they mouth like a motherfuckin' dentist
When it come to this pimpin ain’t no motherfuckin' limit
Poppin pills, lean sippin', still fuckin up my kidney
I got hoes out in Texas, I got hoes all in Memphis
Miami and Atlanta, I got hoes all in Philly
And they all got connects, on that tough so mix some chickens
Got my bitch out there in Cali, and she say, "No less than fifty"
Got it before with them taxes, every year she make a killin'
Love to take a nigga shoppin', spendin' racks in the Lennox
My lil' bitch up in Virginia, all she do is look pretty
Say she hate my fuckin guts but she lovin' my pimpin

[Chorus: Doe B]
I go hard, I go on a ho' (The Mac back)
I’m a mac nigga, you ain’t know (The Mac back)
Turn your back and I’ll take your ho' (The Mac back)
All my haters, try to bring a ho' (The Mac back)
And I still hustle on the low (The Mac back)
I’d be damned if I’d go for broke (The Mac back)
So bitch don’t you play with dough (The Mac back)
Bring that money, homie play your role (The Mac back)

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I got hoes selling pills, put my name in they wheels
All this ice on my wrist, yeah my arms with the chill
Bitch, pokin' ass ain't tippin', say I'm trippin'
Ho', I'm starting classy, shark wool full of Izzo, bitch
I'm your counselor, your honky, you better get it
A carpet full of money, Imma stuff your body in it
I extort a bitch, just like I extort a nigga
These bricks shooting out my mouth, like my hand on the trigger
Credit card fraud, plus the work, a straight stealin'
She can be a pretty bitch, gotta be a straight dealer
If you like a cash register, yeah, I'm the one
Keep a wetty mouth, full of nut
And I am your purse

[Chorus: Doe B]
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back
The Mac back