How 2 Make It In America (feat. Mac Miller)

Okay my name yg and I came to play

Fuck, then I bust a nut, n I aim her face

Yeah I'm a real nigga, I ain't got time to fake

The glock like a fan, ha blow ya mind away

I'm on my grind told my momma fuck a 9-5

I get money fuck bitches that's my alibi

I'm laughing in ya bitches pussy like hahahahahaha

But anyways I'm getting paid, yeah I get it how I'm living

Treat the game like a spider in my house, I gotta get her

Okay big dick bandit, yeah ya bitch know

We outside smokin that indo, and my

Momma bends em, an my momma bends them

I'm a keep young nigga, n my momma frenso

Give her a bottle of cirroc, n her [?] peeled

N if she ain't fuckin throw her out the windshield

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie

Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised

Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high

An I can show you how to make it in america

How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches

Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living

Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]

Uh, a 100 thousand in the briefcase, like I won a sweepstakes

Party with aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate

I really am this, and it just seem great

Weight of the world on my shoulders till my knees break

Give em' e pills, tell em be still

I got them donuts for ya n they cream filled

Got them expensive flows and extensive flows

Designer brands that you never own

A second phone that I'm never on

Eating filetminone from her resturaunt

And that's pussy, and I prefer money

Yeah it's mac miller yg fo hunnid

So hit my up with that dutch to split

You mad that lil white boy fucked ya bitch

Never time ya better cuff yo chick

Cause she ain't ever gonna get enough of this

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie

Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised

Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high

An I can show you how to make it in america

How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches

Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living

Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]

Okay I'm riding threw the city with the top down

That's the first day of summer niggas hot now

I got bars that put you on lockdown

This ain't the weight room but my niggas got pounds

I hit the block then I bounce

She a young nigga gon', just get yo bitch quit blowing up my phone

What the fuck is going on, tell that bitch leave me alone

She only good when my whipper in her thong

Okay I meet a bitch, beat a bitch

Fucked her then I leave a bitch

Fucked her with the lights off she ain't even see the dick

N if she looked bad you know I'm a eat a bitch

Now she all on a nigga like cheetah print

I'm on mars n my flow on jupiter, wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider

I'm the shit bitch I have yo niggas stupider

Now heavenly father please protect me from lucifer

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie

Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised

Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high

An I can show you how to make it in america

How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches

Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living

Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]