Get em' Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! I got it! Girl, shake that body Get em'! Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! Oh, shit, oh shit! Girl, shake that body Get em'! Woah, what do we have here? Woah People wanna know how we could be that weird That weird How many hoes wanna clean Mac's beard? My beard I kill flos, think I need that tear on a tattoo My bitch sucks, she a vacuum Fuck her in the ass every time I'm in a bad mood Ain't got a choice, no, she do it cause she have to I hit it raw while I'm listening to pad poos No respect cause you wear a V-neck Got me stressed, pressure that could even make Keith sweat I wish Narnia was on the GPS I wish Rihanna was DTF I got rich with these rap songs Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone Album filled with all sad songs But this the one that I can laugh on Get em'! Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! Girl, shake that body Get em'! Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! Girl, shake that body Girl, shake that body Them assentaties I wanna see them cankles in my hotel lobby Oh, nigga, fuck Bitch, why you so damn snobby? Your ass flattered in the back of my head I bought you dinner, now it's time to pay me back cause I'm a hater I'ma have my little sister beat the back of your head I'm a grade-A douchebag I'm a dickhead, asshole Ariel wore my Gucci sack Little mama got salty at me, she started talkin' tough So I caught the wolf gang up, they start to bark it up Popped a hundred Molly Fitzgerald, think I was parkin' up A bottle of Zima to be my, started parkin' up See my nigga Mack, and he hopped in the back And then we checked the Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs And bitch came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade But I'm a bitch-ass nigga, so I said Get em'! Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! Girl, shake that body Get em'! Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac! Get em'! Girl, shake that body T-Dollars and Mac Neezy Makin' sure you niggas don't win like referees Lookin' for the bitches that love to suck tea We Herman, I'm a Berman And you can tell I cough on my hat, bitch, fuck Thurman Um, I'm at IHOP to eat with Tyler Drink cocoa, then double team Mariah But please, don't tell Nick We were all watchin' movies at a Motel 6 Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I hope Kendrick fucked Gaga With Madonna on the caballa Then me and Snoop could chill and be rastas I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich Pullin' out the llama like, show me your tits Keep cryin' Cause I still ain't over my bitch Oh well It'll be okay