Lyrics slack in my mack - Lil Ugly Mane

I got a lot of profits in my pocket
I can throw 'em in the sky if you bitches care to drop it
Yeah, I'm cocky, switch the topic, choppin' rocks up in the projects
Treat you pussies like they objects, you can never stop the progress

Powder and some vegetables, trap game exceptional
Commas and some decimals, leaking out my gastrointestinal
Bitch, I'm a professional
Bitch, I am invincible
X-Men guns, catch me looking like the Sentinel

Flamethrower fire make a player melt
Steady keep the product moving quick like a conveyor belt
You can't save yourself, praying for your saviors help
I'ma straight filet you and display you on my favorite shelf

Ugly Mane, yeah, you see the chain
Yeah, you see them hoes flock to me, say my name
I'm in that Chevy thang, slangin', bangin', run the game
You can't even see me fuckboy, we are not the same

I'm fly (Why's that?)
I got money (Why's that?)
There ain't no slack in my mack
Got guns (Got guns)
Got bread (Got bread)
'Cause there ain't no slack in my mack

No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money

I'm playin' mad motherfuckers, I keep it Eddie Murphy
Layin' in the hood, yeah, I'm dying where they birthed me
I'ma gobble up these goblins and these goons like they turkey
And I'm spittin' out they bones in my Patron, Lord, have mercy

Swag like nicotine, can't get enough
Plus I'm bad for your health, boy, I'm dangerous stuff
Got my lungs full of smoke and a bag full of guts
Not the innards of a Dutch, just a bag full of guts

Balling on my mind, Kareem Abdul-a oblongata
Polo, Louis V, and Prada, anything to get inside her
Call my chopper easy-rider, call my dick the equalizer
Call my phone I'm the supplier, call my bluff, I'm not a liar
You the liar when you lying on your back with a bullet in your head
Thinking back on all that whack shit you said
That you can never retract cause you're dead
Rippin' you to shreds, Ugly Mane is not right in the head

I'm fly (Why's that?)
I got money (Why's that?)
'Cause there ain't no slack in my mack
Got guns
Got bread (Got bread)
'Cause there ain't no slack in my mack

No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
No slack in my mack, no slack in my mack
Get the money, get the money
Get the money, get the money