Mack Maine - Thank You lyrics

Thank you. We would like to thank you This must be what it feel like Hustlers and Hustlerettes Gangsters and Gangstresses [Jae Millz] Yo, black and grey pin stripe suit Marc Jacob hard bottoms I'm fly spreadin my wings like true And my date yeah she beautiful too She went easy on the make-up but the b**h still cute We ease out the rows and proceed forward Ain't her so I'm pa**in' twice Feelin' like a graduation with all of these flashing lights You f**ing right a lot of ?? clique gonna splash tonight You damn right a lot of wife's gonna be smashed tonight Red carpets, cameras, I say Millz yikes sh** this must be what victory feel like Got you n***as stuck like still lives Weezy told me kid we bout to know what making history feel like Young Money got 'em bout to earl like Garnett I throw my hands in the air and scream top of the world The champs has arrived Thanks for the applause You are far too kind Now pa** us our award [Mack Maine] Pa** me that H20 I'm in a H2 Pa**ing on my old b**hes They hollerin' out I hate you New b**hes that I don't know like Mack I wanna date you Walt Disney on Ice every time I skate through I got that blue flame flow, it's inferno Clamidia type of words they will burn you Your flesh is what I burn through I'm sonning you n***as, I'm paternal I ain't going nowhere like Joe Paterno I'm still calling shots from the press box I make you n***as cough up a lung like S. Dot Put hot sauce on my bullets now your flesh hot Glove over my shooting hand when I feel the TECH's hot You n***as on the bench, y'all gets no P.T Becuase you can't ball hard like B.D You n***as wanna be me When you're at home you listen to my CD And roll your eyes every time you see me I used to f** with B.G I got a White House that ain't in D.C Try Atlanta n***a Me and my brother Tomb be riding round in Phantom's n***a And Maybachs with wheels that cost a fortune like Pat Sajak And we still got that Vanna White We done made from Hollygrove to this, n***a this a fabulous life Honey comb hide out, Young Money beehive Let me move to the side, here comes the Best Rapper Alive [Lil Wayne] And I will not lose I got them b**hes lookin' at the bottom of my shoes Call me First Place Carter I live in the lead I'mma die with the title And winning is vital Women is after, we get that money right now My paper chase me, it's on my heels like some white socks I'mma just go cause I don't really like stop Pull this b**h out and shoot you once in the right spot Y'all n***as phony, the top is so lonely I had to tell the devil you gonna have to postpone me Right now I'm in a race, in a race against time Cause everybody else is like a race against mom But momma kinda fast though Momma told me smash though So I'm about to smash your motherf**ing a** ho Motherf**ing a**hole Yes I know this But when you get the cash out the a**hole You gotta be on some sh**, yeah Future billionaire, yeah I gotta be on the list Got a runway in my pants cause all the models be on my dick Young Money, Young Money Swallow that sh** b**h Santa Clause k**er with a holiday sh** list You could check my imprint Two new TECH's and a M-10 Every bullet in him He swell up like a blimp and I get money ho, what the hell I look like pimpin? b**h I'm winning Ya dig?