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Track 2 Happens to be 4 Video (MV)




Performed By: Moneymackmane
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Derrick Harris, Craig Thurmon II
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Moneymackmane - Track 2 Happens to be 4 Lyrics
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First up on the beat, it's that money mac-a-milly I'm going hella dumb, nigga, going hella silly
I'm doing what I love, f*ckin' cunts and f*ckin' sluts Yeah, keep it really up, keep it, keep
It really up, yeah
Turned up to the max, yeah, these niggas feel my swag
Uh, and I'm jumping off the back
With that black mag, I'm after the cash And if these niggas want beef, they know that
I blast I'm about to rat a tat-tat, spaz on that ass
When I spaz on that ass, you know I'm off
Of the grass
And when I'm off of the grass, that means
I'm going for cash And when I'm going for cash, that means I'm
Beating your ass
Beating your cash, nigga, don't make me catch your case
Uh, and then I have to jump state Make Bail post statements and release
Uh, all of this evidence underneath
We make the moves, we don't take these fools
We take these tools and put the motherf*ckin' rules
Up they ass, we don't have no class
We do it for the motherf*ckin' things we live for
What you want, nigga, tell me what you need
Money mackaman, got the green with no stems and seeds
We keep it going, keep it going for the fiends
And we keep it moving, keep it moving for the scenes
No mechanic, but I know to use them tools, uh
Pro tools when I'm on auto-tune
They don't sue me, but I'm coming like young June
They feel me breezing, uh, posoon
I don't play when I got the K in my hands
I'm ready to spray, An advance
I don't play, uh, when I'm wearing my Vans
I'm making moves, yeah, and we on our stands
They don't really want beef cause I'm holding the pan
I'll serve you up real quick like you were some spam
I do my own goddamn thing,
Sam, I am I keep it real cool, clean, yeah, who I am
It's Money Mack, the Mack, the Money Mackaman, I'm staying stacked
So stacked I keep a strap on me, and I keep a stack in my hand
These niggas act like they the man, but when I come through, I backhand
All of these bitches like my name and they name is Pam
But I'm in the movie and these niggas, they see I am the beast
The monster from beneath what I can achieve
And they think that these niggas, they think they am, I see
Everybody in the club going so ham, I see
Need to calm my ass and take another triple c
And you think you are the man, you need to take a seat
Cause I am the man and I am a real MC
Real MC, real M-O-C
I'm just trying to come and defend the embassy
These niggas after me, but I see they envy
So I hurry increase, heavy military
And I come quick, and yes, I'm going dip
If I just let that 50 cal spit
Brrra, brrra, Thats the sound of my gat
And if you lay flat, my niggas gon' rise
Where at
We stay in the trap, don't give a two shit
About none of these rats, I'm back up in it
I've never been offended from little shit you're spitting
Come on, get it with it
And you can get it, uh, and you can get it
Just chop it down, split it, uh, split the digits
All my niggas cop it, yeah, and all my niggas drop it
Please don't pick the topic, because my niggas bought it
I don't really play, this about the money today
And we just ready to get it
And all my niggas getting paid, getting laid
Uh, seven days a week, and we ain't playing bout shit
But the prices can be cheap,
When the prices are cheaps
That means we making money, and when we making money
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English

First up on the beat, it's that money mac-a-milly I'm going hella dumb, nigga, going hella silly
I'm doing what I love, f*ckin' cunts and f*ckin' sluts Yeah, keep it really up, keep it, keep
It really up, yeah
Turned up to the max, yeah, these niggas feel my swag
Uh, and I'm jumping off the back
With that black mag, I'm after the cash And if these niggas want beef, they know that
I blast I'm about to rat a tat-tat, spaz on that ass
When I spaz on that ass, you know I'm off
Of the grass
And when I'm off of the grass, that means
I'm going for cash And when I'm going for cash, that means I'm
Beating your ass
Beating your cash, nigga, don't make me catch your case
Uh, and then I have to jump state Make Bail post statements and release
Uh, all of this evidence underneath
We make the moves, we don't take these fools
We take these tools and put the motherf*ckin' rules
Up they ass, we don't have no class
We do it for the motherf*ckin' things we live for
What you want, nigga, tell me what you need
Money mackaman, got the green with no stems and seeds
We keep it going, keep it going for the fiends
And we keep it moving, keep it moving for the scenes
No mechanic, but I know to use them tools, uh
Pro tools when I'm on auto-tune
They don't sue me, but I'm coming like young June
They feel me breezing, uh, posoon
I don't play when I got the K in my hands
I'm ready to spray, An advance
I don't play, uh, when I'm wearing my Vans
I'm making moves, yeah, and we on our stands
They don't really want beef cause I'm holding the pan
I'll serve you up real quick like you were some spam
I do my own goddamn thing,
Sam, I am I keep it real cool, clean, yeah, who I am
It's Money Mack, the Mack, the Money Mackaman, I'm staying stacked
So stacked I keep a strap on me, and I keep a stack in my hand
These niggas act like they the man, but when I come through, I backhand
All of these bitches like my name and they name is Pam
But I'm in the movie and these niggas, they see I am the beast
The monster from beneath what I can achieve
And they think that these niggas, they think they am, I see
Everybody in the club going so ham, I see
Need to calm my ass and take another triple c
And you think you are the man, you need to take a seat
Cause I am the man and I am a real MC
Real MC, real M-O-C
I'm just trying to come and defend the embassy
These niggas after me, but I see they envy
So I hurry increase, heavy military
And I come quick, and yes, I'm going dip
If I just let that 50 cal spit
Brrra, brrra, Thats the sound of my gat
And if you lay flat, my niggas gon' rise
Where at
We stay in the trap, don't give a two shit
About none of these rats, I'm back up in it
I've never been offended from little shit you're spitting
Come on, get it with it
And you can get it, uh, and you can get it
Just chop it down, split it, uh, split the digits
All my niggas cop it, yeah, and all my niggas drop it
Please don't pick the topic, because my niggas bought it
I don't really play, this about the money today
And we just ready to get it
And all my niggas getting paid, getting laid
Uh, seven days a week, and we ain't playing bout shit
But the prices can be cheap,
When the prices are cheaps
That means we making money, and when we making money
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Writer: Derrick Harris, Craig Thurmon II
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