[Mac Miller] Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades Kinda look like somethin´ Lennon would rock It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
Louis shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb shit Logo never make a man, but I´m still blowin´ thousands on it No clue what I´m callin´ my album Fans be at my van screamin´, callin´ me Malcolm Never knew the outcome be this much cash now Bank account lookin´ like a George Jung stash house Young and actin´ out, the topics that I rap about Be varying from politics to bitches pullin´ asses out That´s exactly how I do this as a rapper I´m nuttin´ in her mouth you tongue kissin´ her after Daughters´ moms kinda want me neutered But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter
Have the music soundin´ better than guitar tuners Plus I´m doing shows daily call me John Stewart So who you know that´s iller than Mac Miller and company It´s like I planted money seeds right underneath the fuckin´ tree Now I got a hundred g´s so none of y´all can fuck with me Yeah I said it publically so run and tell your mother, motherfucker I said run and tell your mother, motherfucker
Hold up Jerm let me spit the second
[Mac Miller] Hey yo I breeze past haters in the E-class quickly In deep, did a hundred songs and that’s this week
Shit keeps goin´ on and on We just tryna go bananas like it´s Donkey Kong Yeah, on my grind, always need to work So I be eatin´ good, you be eatin´ dirt If you talkin´ shit, you gonna see me smirk While the DJ be scratchin´ til the needles burst A couple screws probably loose in my head Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed I´m a regular guy with an irregular life Except I´m a Lamborghini if it´s racin´ a bike Who knew that I can turn turn sound into somethin´ so cool Fresh kids, see me I´m bustin´ the moves Coming in soon to a theater near you Creep in your kitchen start eating your food Girls tryna fuck I don´t be in the mood No time for pussy when money in the room
Ohh, I switch flows switch rhythm Sick spittin´, unlimited ammunition