Some Cut Up

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Daddy Mac, Mac Daddy, Both] Now all I ever think about is getting paid (Getting paid) My tour lifestyle hitting, no debate In a black 600, laid up behind tint (What?) Krossed Out, me and my folks getting vent I'm frontin' (Uh-huh) and I don't care if you know The backseat of my ride is like a disco show Honey's hear me, see me, confront me With the real, in the parking lot ready to peel [Verse 2: Mac Daddy, Mac Daddy & Daddy Mac] But, it ain't no fun if your homie can't have none So, at this point, I let her in the situation Let her know from the door just what it is If you don't do mine, then you don't do his Is you with me? If so, let me know We can cut the conversation, then hit the road On the way to the crib, I can tell you what's up And how me and my dog plan to cut you up [Chorus: Daddy Mac & Mac Daddy] It's like this, like that All around the house from the front to the back It's like this, like that It's like this, like that All around the house from the front to the back It's like this, like that Cut you up, cut you up