作曲 : Cynthia Loving/Dwight Grant/Jay-Z/Malik Cox/Rahiem Prince Thomas/Ricardo Thomas/Shawn Carter
Yea standin' knock right here

You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' like this

Big things  thick chains  ain't shit changed
Get brain in the four dot six range
Shit mayn  switch slanes every town I hit you
Switch slames bitch flip big caine
I givin' 'em whiplash when I'm whippin' the whip fast
Which one pick one nigga I gotta six stashed
Continental T's no tense like I got a thick stab
Big cigar  old money  when I drop it is so funny
Six-four switches  slam doors on sixes
Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass
I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests to guess which car I'm a pull out the yard
They know I come for dolo and pull off with a broad
Spin away  spend a day tryin' to pull menage
Just Mac is God the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New York I'm lawless
Bitches  they wanna hang like plaques in the office
'Cause I push Black Porsches  Benzes and Jaguarses
When the rag's off it gat on my lap I'm that cautious

Never trust grimy ass New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin' on twenties they get nauseous
Standin' in the azure with white air forces
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches  parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain  sittin' on things
Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you  holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different  parkin' lot pimpin'
You can catch mac in the parkin' lot  pimpin' crazy
S Five navy cedes sittin' on eighty
That's four dubs not S Four dub
Stash box  push hot wheel like matchbox
Bitches wanna push my world  they flash box
One sixty push my wheel  mash cops
One sixty took my wheel to cash drop
Run sixty you big will  match cop
Lookin' through the rearview and Mac was wylin'
New driver  screwdriver  cracked steering column
Pushin' somethin' stolen  blastin'  picture me rollin'
Baghdad couldn't picture me rollin'
Now the truth different Mac come through coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth till my fuckin' roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the coupe to school pigeons
Feathers gettin' plucked in the truck from loose chickens  listen
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches  parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain  sittin' on things
Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you  holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different  parkin' lot pimpin'
Yo aiyyo I dip  dive what can I say
I can't fit 'em all inside the escalade
So I called up murder to further my parkin' lot pimpin'
Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin'
Lay back  seat recline  they notice the hand
Car movin' slow driven by the invisible man

Everything on the dash  digital and
I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man
In the parkin' lot  where I spark a lot
I come to show my new feet  slide off with a few freaks
Bleek  turn up the beats  turn up the heat
Then we burn up the streets  bitch
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches  parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain  sittin' on things
Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you  holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different  parkin' lot pimpin'
You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin' at bitches  parkin' lot pimpin'
Everyday we be off the chains
Workin' with grain  sittin' on things
Tryin' to find out where dem dollars at
So when I holla at you  holla back
Everyday we be off the chains
Ain't nuttin' different  parkin' lot pimpin'