Mac Miller - How To Make It In America lyrics

[Verse 1:YG] Okay My Name YG And I Came To Play f**,Then I Bust A Nut, N I Aim Her Face Yeah I'mma Real n***a, I Ain't Got Time To Fake The Glock Like A Fan, Ha Blow Ya Mind Away Im On My Grind Told My Momma f** A 9-5 I Get Money f** b**hes Thats My alibi Im Laughing in Ya b**hes p**y Like Hahaha But Anyways Im Getting Paid, Yeah I get It How I Living Treat The Game Like A Spider In My House, I gotta k** it Okay Big Dick Bandit, Yeah Ya b**h Know We Outside Smokin That indo, And My Momma Bends Em, An My Momma Bends Them I'mma Keep Young n***a , and My Momma Friends know Give Her A Bottle of Ciroc , and a thizz pill N If She Ain't f**in Throw Her Out The Windshield [Hook] Real n***a ,Real n***a, I Ain't Ever Lie Change Hoes Like Channels Got These b**hes Televised Hit That Puff Puff, Now young n***a Hella High An I Can Show You How To Make It In America How ya ride, how ya ridin, on 24inches Hotel room whatre you drinking, 24 b**hes, yup Yup thats how im living n***a never check the price Living fast like i got a second life [Verse 2:Mac Miller] Uh, A 100 Thousand In The Briefcase, Like I Won A Sweepstakes Party with Aristocratic b**hes 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 clothes And Extensive Flows Designer Brands That You Never Own, A Second Phone That Im Never On Eating Filet Mignon From Her Restaurant And Thats p**y, not before Money Yeah It's Mac Miller YG Fo Hunnid So Hit My Up With That dutch to Split You Mad That Lil White Boy f**ed Ya b**h Never Time Ya Better Cuff Yo Chick,Cause She Ain't Ever Gonna Get Enough Of This [Hook] [Verse 3:YG] Okay Im Riding Though The City With The Top Down That's The First Day Of Summer n***as Hot Now I Got Bars flow will Put You On Lockdown This Ain't The Weight Room But My n***as Got Pounds I Hit The Block Then I Bounce She A Young n***a Gon',Just Get Yo b**h Quit Blowing Up My Phone What The f** Is going On, Tell That b**h leave Me Alone She Only Good When My Whip or In Her Thong Okay I Meet A b**h,Beat A b**h f**ed Her Then I leave A b**h f**ed Her With The Lights Off She Ain't Even See The Dick N If She Looked Bad You Know Ima Eat A b**h Now She All On A n***a Like Cheetah Print Im On Mars N My Flow On Jupiter,Wrist Go Dumb But My Chain Go Stupider I'm The sh** man I Have Yo n***as Stupider Now Heavenly Father Please Protect Me From Lucifer