YG - How 2 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'm a Real n***a, 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 f** A 9-5 I Get Money f** b**hes That's My Alibi I'm Laughing in Ya b**hes p**y 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 b**h Know We Outside Smokin That Indo, And My Momma Bends Em, An My Momma Bends Them I'm a Keep Young n***a, N My Momma Frenso Give Her A Bottle Of Cirroc, N Her [?] Peeled 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 Here That n***a Puff Puff, Now That n***a 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 b**hes, yup This How I'm Living n***a Ya Never Change The Price, Living Fast [?] [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 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 p**y, 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 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 I'm Riding Threw The City With The Top Down That's The First Day Of Summer n***as Hot Now I Got Bars That 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 Whipper 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 I'm a Eat A b**h Now She All On A n***a Like Cheetah Print I'm On Mars N My Flow On Jupiter, Wrist Go Dumb But My Chain Go Stupider I'm The sh** b**h I Have Yo n***as Stupider Now Heavenly Father Please Protect Me From Lucifer [Hook]