Mac Miller - Goosebumpz lyrics

Better act right 'cause I smack dykes Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe b**h wanna live that rap life But I already hit that last night Think you're f**ing with me, huh? Must be hitting that crack pipe I be making my money Thank God I learned how to act right My cash like that c**aine Give me more, say give me more Don't worry about it, ain't no thing Big titty hoes in my videos Cla**y b**h, don't kiss and tell Smack her a** and then wish her well Life s**s, better give 'em hell Get money, f** girls, free Biggavel sponsored links A million in my briefcase Gotta shop for some real estate I'm at the party with d**, though Turn it up, b**h feel the base Throwing money in your face Feeling good, living great Bad b**hes in dip states It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase With p**n stars, sports cars And my crib got a courtyard How we get all this money, though? You know how big his tours are? Greedy b**h, you a needy b**h Want some money, but need some dick I'm about monogram When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram My hologram We in my black Benz, windows up Getting head, smoking blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to s*uts Crib's like a mob boss My b**h get my car washed We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop 'Cause all we do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** f** Don't I look like a drug dealer? Don't I look like I'm somebody? k**ing beats with that Murder Inc. Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti? Riding through with my hippy van You broke b**hes don't give a damn You softer than the Michelin man Your b**h put her p**y on Instagram Better go hard when my flow start They brand new but they all carbs Your pockets is on low carbs She do a show, she a p**n star In the penthouse, with the pants down With the camera out, no hands now Them hard d**, we don't ran out Can't believe that's somebody's grand child She's so bad but i like it Wanna hear your p**y, I'll mic it My credit card bill is righteous but Girl that a** is so priceless Spend the night with the right b**h My dick ill, my pipe sick Small p**y, tight fit She loves to sniff that white sh** f** free, no charge I play the p**y like Mozart Eat the p**y, I won't starve Love the p**y with my whole heart b**h named Layla, my Clapton hoe Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode And my belt monogram When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram, though When I die, b**h, she f** my hologram We in my black Benz, windows up Getting head, smoking blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to s*uts Crib's like a mob boss My b**h get my car washed We don't stop, my dick out, her jaw drop 'Cause all we do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** All she wanna do is f**, f**, f** f**