Some Cut Up

[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