Mayjah Payne - Clique Clac (feat. Shorty T, Mob Jr, Pablo Productions & B.A.D News)

Click clack, click clack, click clack
My negus let's get it poppin' we gotta make power moves
When you start comin' up all the haters get mad at you
I been gettin' this money fuckin' bad bitches with attitudes
I'm good with my wing-brothers I'm throwin' up alley oops
I been makin' it happen captain, I told you Im Major Payne
My uncle done called me that before that movie with Damon Wayans
I been seasoned with lots of wisdom, been sprinkled with lots of game
Put a Rrrah in my hands, promise I'm bustin' and killin things
Make it happen
Click clack, click clack, click clack
I make shit happen, make it happen
I make shit happen, make it happen
I'm out the chamber now you in danger
So focused and on target
I ain't talking relationship
When I say I'll take a nigga right off the market
No king, no more, nigga unlocked his god mode
Big wings, so sure, I keep it solid like a mob code
I'm reaching for more than unreachable
The challenge is never unspeakable
The first ever, I broke the mold
So now my moments are teachable
I'm in it for more than the fame
To be honest, just give me the loot
You gon' know a lot more than my name
You should never provoke me to shoot
My aim tight, so precise
Told my bitch to keep the benz running
Hustle mode, fuck sleep
Nigga really gotta keep the ends coming
No, you can't handle the truth
I'ma keep paying attention
I'ma keep hitting them with this consistency
Till I'm all of they mentions
Click clack, click clack, click clack
I need a brick thats wrapped tight
Like Nintendo Excitebike
AMG all black at night
Twin FNs, thats dressed right
All gold with the insights Olympic shooter as I slide on by
Black Maserati soft leather inside 750 Ford, blue 30's on my grind
I mean mane, I'm a half a key away
From a brick of cocaine
I swear I put that on Cita mane
They tell me money ain't a thing
See I make moves like Captain, tell me my dude what's happening
Them men see through like what the food gets wrapped in
Hand in the bag like carry on Box and a half just come like Amazon
Bad bitch sexy but don't look in her eyes when she puts that balion
They could rob you blind Half a box but they got two nines
Like he bust a shot but they bust a shot right back and he got two guys
Keep my eyes on the job
No gangsta, but got ties to the mob
Just lit Scully, told them that I got fire to drop
Studio Linger Chop-chop-chop vocals, I'm a ninja
Getting down pressing these keys all day I can make 10 mil from a finger
On the wave like bro, Just chillin' with bae
They ask me if I make beats still When I told them I'm feeling like Dre
Pass me the keys to the safe
Pass me the keys to the wraith
Miss me with all of the friendship my nigga
I'm all that when I'm in your face
Dissin the opps and the Jays
Real bitch right up the street
I like making plays and stay in my lane
I don't go for no extremes
Demons go bump up in the night
So we go thumping the night
See them and fuck up they life
Send them the funk if they like
Then come and send them wrapped up in the trunk and they like
Couple bands in the flight
Paid to merk you and your mans with you take your knife
Check, trip, tend the kite
We gon' make it happen, put your ass together right
How you want curry? Niggas try to push me, I'll bury them
Show you mad news, ain't playing no games, and been eating commissary
I've been more than down, niggas watered down
If I hung around too long, I would more than drown

Written by:
Deshawn Curry, Jermale Sinclair, John Carter, Lawrence Watson, Marc Payne, Pablo Productions

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