Funkmaster Flex - Max Julien lyrics

[Intro] Hello, it's the Mack, sit back and relax As we chat on ways to make a couple stacks off your snatch Hold up, here's the catch, you might have to hit the track Take a loss, make it back, if you get caught, b**h shut your trap [Hook] All my life, I've been waiting for your love All those nights, I'd been lusting for your touch Tell that b**h I need money Money make the mothaf**in' world go round No, money make your mothaf**in' girl go downtown [Verse 1] Riding 'round, I'm getting it, two chains on like I'm Tity Versace shades like I'm Biggie, them twenties, fifties and benjis These b**hes all in my business, I mack 'em then I act stingy I never slip with my pimping, when I holla come and get with me, huh? Drizzy, huh? Swizzy, huh? Prada, Gucci and Fendi Which only means you fancy, my trillest b**hes is trendy She tipsy off of that Crissy, my pimping never been friendly She fell in love cause I'm pretty, she love me more than her family, huh? [Hook] [Verse 2: ASAP Ferg] I need new Bape, grandpa need a toupee Mama need some new weave, get her hair done with new braids So b**h give me money, stop dicking around like you paid Heated that grip like today, better hit that strip like today Better hop in that whip with the coochie, then she lick dick to the new king Them n***as be balling like 2K, better s** that dick 'til Tuesday Better get them chips 'fore it's too late, it's a new bad b**h with a booty Who s**ing and f**ing for Kool-Aid and keeping that pimp in a new Range (Oh, Lord) [Hook] [Outro] What? I ain't tryna f**, make her, make a buck Every n***a in the world wanna live it up Give it, give it up, trill b**h, don't give a f** And she get a pimp n***a like me, rich as f**