Mack 10 - Fill My Cup (To Tha Rim) lyrics

Mack muthaf**in 10 Back up in ya witta'nother muthaf**in gangsta hit But this time 1-0 Productions givin the muthaf**in punch Wit my n***as, my new n***as: AllFrumThaI Run it, Squeak (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru) It's like 24/7, 365 How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind Gots to get this rap sh** tight That's why I write and f** [up everything ?] on the mic I wanna filthy rich and when I pitch Game at a b**h, she couldn't rock my dick Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce Weed by the pound, f** a ounce I'm mashin petrol thru the ghetto f** the metro, n***a got the bankroll and wouldn't buy Benzo Gettin paper is a habit, I want it lavish Goddamn, if it's there I gots to grab it So God, please, can you make me famous I wanna stack a big head from earth to Uran*s Got to combine these rhymes for the grind It's time, I can't keep the paper off my mind Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper I'm tryna stay down because I'm Inglewood swangin AllFrumThaI til I die, we hoo-bangin (Verse 2 -Binky Mack) Now tell me who can fade us Breakin off from Inglewwod to Vegas Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap Game, really don't matter what the hustle So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle Tap on the do' to see if ya home Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window Gots to fill my cup by any means Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means Me and my n***a on some hustlin schemes Got n***as hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin And it won't be no stoppin, I'm droppin Rhymes on that a**, hoes checks they cash Cuz when it comes to a broke b**h n***a, I pa** and when women wanna wine and dine Mack 10's bought the Benz off the [lac] I'll be tellin b**hes it's mine Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru) A n***a wanna stack him a million Have a house away from the average civilian [Fo' do ???], [???] entourage 20 muthaf**ers when we mob Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the sh** Put the hood down, now my n***as got grip Havin money is a scheme, American Dream A n***a from the ghetto livin like a king And at night my appetite is right I like the big MD shine in the light--twisted A hundred [???] make a n***a pow I wish the homies in the pen could see me now Westside!!! Chorus