M.A.C. Lyrics

I got Money Always Comin

No more stumblin, only runnin

I got money always comin

Runnin up the function, 24/7

Betcha I got money comin in

Got the magic carpet Aladdin

Hop on we can take it for a spin

Watch the city lighting in the wind

Got money always comin

Runnin up the function 24/7



Rack up for my baby so she can go floss

When she come around I won't she won't have any flaw

Smoke an 8th a day ya u know i got all the gas

Syphon that for my new whip ye i ride out and crash

I fucked up the whole thang

RIdin with the rockets that go bang

If you got a wish for a toe tag

Then I can pull up *pop pop* and go back

Ridin to my house but i dont got one im livin like a nomad

Ridin cross the country with no plans it work itself out i hope that...

Money always comin

You can't stop me runnin

I be onto somethin

Flowin like a faucet

Living an agnostic

I dont got no god but you can come along now



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I stay loaded u can chec the bank

I play my way to the top of the game

I got some gold on the frame

Try to wrong me you insane

Play the wrong way you in pain

Ocular be the beat mane

Gettin beats all over the world

Shawty gimme a twirl

I do my best and now thats fundamental

Comin with the hardest of hard

And im the ballest to ball

I get the rax so i ain't get no rental

Got another pickup at 2:30

Man i get annoyed when that shit early

Got m.a.c