Campaign Maka - MACHINE

Campaign
Aye, Lil Maka
Aye
I don't need niggas
That Benz sitting outside got a machine in it
Yeah I knew that was yo bitch I let the team hit it
She just wanna fuck me now cause my team winning
I remember I was sitting in my mama basement
I was hopeless hoping one day, I would finally make it
Now I fly to Cali just to change my situation
You niggas smoking Pat Bev that aint Gary Payton
I got another cut, I gotta weigh it up
If its money on the floor, then ima scrape it up
I'll drive right to your door, if you pay enough
I know they waiting on Maka, well bitch the wait is up
I gotta lead niggas
I be moving too fast like a machine in me
I'm buying new balenciaga cause my piece hitting
I'm going back to back bitch I'm on a chiefs mission
I'm just gone keep winning
It was lessons I had to learn the hard way
I loss twelve hundred on my last parlay
I almost loss my little brother in a car chase
Every time I love a bitch it come with heartbreak
It take me to a dark place
But like I said bitch my team winning
My lil bro take a perc, he get to fiend itching
My baby mama on my line and she keep bitching
But I dont give no fuck, Ima keep switching
Still with the same niggas I aint never switching
But everyday I'm pulling up with some better bitches
I'll never tell a story to a bitter witness
I'll catch the corona before I smell a sentence
You are now listening to the Campaign
I don't need niggas
That Benz sitting outside got a machine in it
Yeah I knew that was yo bitch I let the team hit it
She just wanna fuck me now cause my team winning
I remember I was sitting in my mama basement
I was hopeless hoping one day, I would finally make it
Now I fly to Cali just to change my situation
You niggas smoking Pat Bev that aint Gary Payton
I don't need niggas
I'll call up my hogs and they will leave niggas
Niggas think they hot shit but my steam different
Niggas trying to ball but they know my league different
What you mean nigga
We paying 300 a line you sipping green nigga
I'm in this coupe, I'm finna hit the top speed in it
In my city boy, they treat me like the king nigga
What you wanna do
I see your bitch got a friend I told them come on through
I be running up a check so they come in two's
They gone suck it all night until i'm coming too
They gone love it boo
I got prada fare
C ant shop in your mall no balenciaga there
Aint no Gucci there
Aint no Louis there
I came from the bottom bitch so I aint moving there
I don't need niggas
That Benz sitting outside got a machine in it
Yeah I knew that was yo bitch I let the team hit it
She just wanna fuck me now cause my team winning
I remember I was sitting in my mama basement
I was hopeless hoping one day, I would finally make it
Now I fly to Cali just to change my situation
You niggas smoking Pat Bev that aint Gary Payton

Written by:
Makalea Jackson

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