Mac Miller - I Like It lyrics

[Hook: Meek Mill] I was f**ed up, but b**h I'm back I wasn't in the club ho cause I was in the trap I see you show me love, you ain't like when I was down Now, I'm stuntin' on them hoes b**h, how you like me now. b**h? How you like me now? I tell 'em how you like me now? Cause I be shinin' like a diamond, I got money in my pocket I don't even have to press, I see it, like it, I'ma cop it, oh! I see it, like it, I'ma cop it, oh! [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I see it, like it, I'ma cop it, n***a, what's the topic? Started from the bottom, now, I really got it poppin' See these b**hes in my section, they just wanna ride it Same hoes that fronted back, they want it, now I got it Cause I'm ballin', I'm talking Spaldin' Rollie on my wrist, flooded like New Orleans A n***a buzzin' now, I'm talking hornets Cause I murder all my enemies, stretch my opponents Microphone k**er, tell em' Mac Miller Zombies in my neighborhood, sh** is like Thriller And I'm Mike Jackson cause I'm they dealer In my zipped-up jacket and my neck on chiller Going hard is gettin' scary, I swear it's gettin' scary I put mirror tint all on this ghost and screamin' Bloody Mary So when you see me Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary A n***a play around with me, he get f**in' buried [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Comin' through the city, up in Philly, out with Meek Make a hunnit every week so now I'm stuntin' like a Sheikh And we do this sh** for PA, we do this sh** for PA How I use to get it dirty, now my money come the clean way Blindfold on me, doing 100 down the freeway Till I'm driving off the cliff, just to fly and take a trip b**h, I came right out that circus sh**, youngin' but i'm learning quick Murder this, burn your kids, then call up child services And they ain't even gotta ask, they know that Mac workin' Act certain, smoke a f**in' beat like it's a Nat Sherman Go ahead and hand me a rapper I'ma chew his a** up like he a animal cracker I might rip your hands off, slap you in the face with 'em Spit straight venom, give you bars like it's a state prison Yeah, I'm still scruffy, gettin' money Got all these writers mad cause they daughters wanna f** me [Hook: Meek Mill]