[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ] I keep hoes broke, you'll never see me crack a joke I go gorilla on a bitch, I bet she have my dough When I'm on ring the alarm, we breakin em tricks You can't hate it or debate it, square, straight pimp shit I like to stand in a club, the spot where the strippers dance Gettin money and the Mall can't understand I'm just a mack with a pimpin influence 100 carat mouthpiece, I gotta use it Now she can be your sister or your baby mom I take a bitch in and bring her out live hoe form I lace a hooker with ingredients, every hoe you see me with Slave for conversation, Mac Mall could never be a simp Hookers is wild and they need to be tamed I treat em like a child, give em new hoe names She's on the winning team gettin that currency But she get bust in the dome she hold out on me She's schemin, breakin all the pimp/hoe laws You must be dreamin thinkin that the money was yours Now as I stand over ya, look in your face, you seem slow Remember me, the one you got the good game from? And shit gon' get rougher, it's sho nuff tougher The bitch start to stutter, I slap her with another Mackin, that's all I know, that's how I roll I go loco for c-notes, nigga, I keep hoes broke
[ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ] I got a question: can the vice or the punk police Stop a Mac from gettin all my cheese? Ridin in a Cadillac, and no, I ain't smilin I'm tryin to touch enough to buy me an island A chickenhead need a real mack in her life She know them L7 niggas just ain't her type That's when I get that bitch, give her wigs and lipstick Get the style down pat, now it's time for a trip Said her man was a bore, pussy-whipped to the core And now he jealous because he couldn't make you his whore A M-a-c, baby, don't even try to be When you come up and speak, don't even lie to me You like to try to infiltrate, talk shit and pimpetrate Then turn it all around and try to player-hate Me, but if you try to step to a gee I hit you with the AR-15 I'm callin you a new jack, a pooh put, a dirty mack Comin at me wrong, you get your cap moved back Sucker, I keep it movin, gettin loot and Suckers make me mad, nigga, fuck you and Your off-brand lame game, all y'all small change And I'm that nigga, Mac from the Greater Bay Sucker, you need to let that go fo sho You can get a smack for this, nigga, I keep hoes broke
[ VERSE 3: Mac Mall ] I give a loose hoe laws like a judge Put her on a corner and she bet' not budge No need for hesitation, save the drag for a trick And bring me back g stacks, little lame-ass bitch Suckers way wild, this ain't a freestyle, there's a fee to see So kick end and come off the currency Big bread, large loot by the lump sums C-notes, homie, ain't nothin like pimpin Before you know it I was sellin hoes dreams and Boss-mackin felines, all about my cream and Whores, I got em poppin pussy for the cheddar Got me mackin through busted bad weather Never faded by the lame folks or the haters About a bitch, I rather send her than save her Cutthroat, bossin up for the dough And when I'm gone, the whole world of tricks'll be broke So ask Rally Ral we on the pimpish tip Play with mine and girl, you gon' get clipped I even pimp-walk straight through hell Just to bust your dome, if you don't have my mail Bitch, I'm on some Crestside mob shit And when it all go down, fo sho we bomb shit Game is cold and my mackin is strong So you squares know why I keep my paper long And hoes broke
