Outta Range Mac Dre

[Chorus: Too $hort]
I'm out of range, bitch‚ so don't page me
(Nothing but love for the money)
Get this‚ get this money on‚ don't phase me
(Nothing can come between us)
Get, get this money, get‚ get this money on
I'm out of range, bitch, so don't page me
Miss me with the jealousy‚ it don't phase me
(Nothing but love for the, nothing but love for the money)
Get, get, get, get this money on, get, get this money on
I'm out of range, bitch, so don't page me
(Nothing but love for the money)
Get this, get this money on, don't phase me
(Nothing can come between us)
Get, get this money, get, get this money on
I'm out of range, bitch, so don't page me
Miss me with the jealousy, it don't phase me
(Nothing but love for the, nothing but love for the money)
Get, get, get, get this money on, get, get this money on

[Verse: Mac Dre]
Dre, Mall and $hort comin' off Cochran, F. Lee, and Shapiro
Comin' off them beats made with that MPC 2-triple zero
Flammy, flossy, costly to fuck with man like me
My Thizz savage with cabbage is all I wanna see
Bay boy, playboy, young Mac Dre, boy
Two strikes ain't nothin' nice when they goin' for that K, boy
But I ain't trippin', never slippin', sippin' Privilege
Excessive Rompage, excessive diggage
I want bomb head that make me curl my toes
So I can kick on back and say, "Thar she blows"
I want to see if this bitch want to be
On this ball team, hard dreams is super faulty
Might be your cousin or husband, but don't salt me
Super saucy like Ragu and Prego
From New York to Miami, Frisco and Dego, uh