Juicy J - Mack Down lyrics

[Hook x2: Tyga] I say hush little baby baby, gotta lay my mack down One real n***a b**hes know my background Bring me all, all hundreds how does that sound Word around town, b**h I lay my mack down [Verse 1: Tyga] Sippin' on some sizzurp, chilling with some white b**hes Cause they richer b**hes, run the game Pitch it, I'm a catcher I'm a pimp up under pressure, leave my money on the dresser Shut the f** up, start undressin I ain't Usher, stop confessin b**h Tools in the air, five dukes of that Old Cadillac sh**, tire on the back For the whoopty woop woop, a** superfat I'm ahead of these n***as, I skipped a beat; Heart Attack Tuck your diamonds in, I'm shining, what I blind you in No time to eat for you, I call that Ramadan a rapper sh** You like a virgin to the money, call that that Madonna sh** T-sacchi when I'm dressing, stepping on them speaking b**h [Hook x2: Tyga] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Juicy J still sh**ting on n***as, I'm getting money out the a**. (Mhm) Money over b**hes, n***a you get money out the a**. (Mhm) Balling, spending just for fun, I think I'll cop a Lambo Twenty hoes, a hundred racks to Vegas just to gamble. (You know it!) Hope you ain't going broke, trying to keep up with me. (Yessir!) Yo baby my head is dumb, I call that ho CDC. (That b**h!) Cash is tall for me, you need cash to talk to me And that cash keep coming, its like that cash be stalking me n***as be saying they get money, just because they got a mouth. (Hell naw!) Jacksons, Grants, and Franklins, Louie duffy got a larger mouth. (You know it!) You haters falling off (b**h!), I'm still getting paid. (b**h!) I got so many fans I can throw a parade [Hook x2: Tyga]