f.u.p.m.

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Don Ray Mc


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I get the money on the daily
Yellin' f*ck you, pay me
If you owe me, better pay me
Go get it on the grind

Bitch, I'm always gettin' mine
Know I'm dressin' to shine
Off the top, nigga, I'ma spit this grind
I grind on the fuckin' daily

Tellin' these hoes to f*ck you, pay me
Never ever let you sleep
All about my damn bank
My kids, my money, my house

A car, a bitch, a bomb
I'm ballin' like a star
Now you know who I am
Watch me say, I'm armed

Spit that shit in the kitchen
Ramp it up, nigga, I really had to mention
Huh, I got this game on suspense
Huh, I'm all in your bitch's bitchin

Huh, all up in the hills
I think you called about it
Thinkin' you can call me with a spliff
Huh, steady duggin' on your hoe

Huh, never tootin' in my nose
Huh, used to have my money on the go
Now I'm ridin' on your hoe like a damn AFO
I ain't flexin', nigga, that ain't happenin

I ain't even rappin', nigga, bout trappin
Huh, let's get this money, motherfucker, let's go
Huh, I'm bout to serve all your crump
Huh, ridin' in the big crump

If you give a f*ck, got that nine, go f*ck
Bang, nigga, slayin', what you claimin'
What's my name, dog? Ray Mack, nigga, slayin
Huh, spit facts, I got the facts

Spit facts, nigga, wanna get back and sit back
Huh, tilt your hat, tilt your grill, tilt your crown
Let her know, nigga, it's about to go down
In the back down, he's a son of H

He been around here, these hoes, they wanna hate
Huh, but I'ma set it straight, Atlanta, nigga, no
I'ma keep it, bitch, nigga, freestyle flow
Whoa, I do it off the top

Whoa, nigga, don't need to stop
Pick it up, nigga, I can handle the rock, the pill
Whatever you call it, nigga, make a deal
Thinkin' house over here

Smokin' like my old school pot, the name Jill
What's the deal
What's happenin', cuz
What's crackin', homie

Let your nigga know, I never be by my load
Keep a stick with that dick hangin' out
Nigga didn't even know that I'm from the south
I'm from the H, the East, the Mack, the Beast

The shiny old teeth, jingle bells with the crease
I'm way back like Yanis, hittin' on the block
Nigga didn't stop, nigga, bout to hit the fuckin' clock
Put the rack into a whole box, if the hoes drop

Let em know I ain't gon' stop
To the fuckin' top, till I go
Let em know I can flow with the pro hoes
And these hoes think a nigga like a ho knows

I got that money right, I got the good too
I got that great, baby, bring em close to the hood

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Written by: Donald McFarland

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