Mac Miller - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics

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