It's G!
These mother hens is just an obstacle
Going ham in the booth after I pop a few
I love college, ain't got shit on this
Spit post-secondary bars, twerk your hips

Ugh

Bout to give it out
Future philanthropist, tats on her back thigh, rib cage and a wrist
Spitting game like a player turned panelist
Mack G, her love don't cost a thing, Nick Cannon shit

Watch the Queen bust a nut, money keep coming
Yeah, we gunning for the billboards, keep running
I'm the n***a everybody holds back
Then I break free and punch him in the face, good old Mack

Every single jersey that I wear's a throwback
Bitches stop to look at mе, n***a roadmap
Now I'm coming with the heat, call it 3Peat
Bout to sеnd these n***as home, E.T

Pull up with a lot of dough, something like a pot of gold
Leave the club with a white girl, that's ironical
I be saying controversial shit like Obama do
Someone turn that ruckus down, shit you say is comical
N***a got Dakota Fanning all up in the pocket
Quick exchange, all business, no frolic
See it, then I copped it, moved up out the projects
Back when I was five mama graduated options!

Changing clothes at the last second, feeling antsy
Pull it off the hanger, I call that shit Plan B
Fresh to death till my body underground danking
And when I die, bury me on money planking

Get that inspiration from Jay and Kanye
You can get burned like a fucking CD-ROM made
Spitting all the fire, the bitches be like go on blaze!
I got that heat and this a self layup, LeBron James