Feat. Mac Miller
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[Verse 1: Big Sean]
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Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
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Never slowing down that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
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Standing on my money, that's a cash flow (oh)
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Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a labcoat
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From where they livin' off food stamps that's past poor
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Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
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Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up
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Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough
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Bitch I'm livin' like its monopoly
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Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property
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Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
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But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
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A young player at the tip-top
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Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna liplock
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I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
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From a city of G's I'm just the one that was picked out.
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[Hook: Big Sean]
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Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
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You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
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Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
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Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
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Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin' my paper.
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[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
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Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
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Open wide, say ah then you cough
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See I got so many shows, think it's a season of Lost
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Get money uniform, you can see I'm on my job
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Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
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All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
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Straight pussy, and no balls
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Rockin' jeans and thug sandals, that's a faux pas
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Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin' off
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True players what we is and true players don't dissolve
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They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
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Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' for some good shit
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I don't claim no hood shit
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But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood shit
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Hey, unless it's chilling up at Holiday Hills
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And that's sixteen bars, all of em ill (What)
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Say Say Say
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True players what we is and true players don't dissolve (6x)
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[Hook: Big Sean]
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Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
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Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
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Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?
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Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin' my paper
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Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper
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| Big Sean |
