Yeah, and it goes like Hey, hey, hey, hey, and I tell em' fuck youuuuu if you hatin' So fuck youuu, we makin' money bitch That's all I really got to say I'm just gunna start rappin' and shut the fuck up ! Blaow [Verse 1: Mac Miller] I said they actin' like they better, but they never been the shit Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick? Well, it feels good, homie you should probably try it If you never rocked a sold out show then keep quiet I gets busy on a track, workin' double time Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside I be on top of the charts, you just an underline Tearin' through the streets all these hatin' suckers run inside Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about Been gettin' money since I walked around my fathers house That dads be cop and search when I come and take their daughters out Paper comes in large amounts, Im eatin' like I should Surf and Turf shit, sink my teeth in somethin' good They mad I ain't hood, nah I came to party hard Your grillin' at me but I smile back, bitch hardy har [Hook] Come on down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around Ain't no other motherfucker get the people this wild What you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want? a little futuristic funk We those kids gettin' cheese on some Cheetos shit Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch So what you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Hey, so you probably heard I rap a ton, havin' fun Never have I had a gun Vomit when I spit like I devoured somethin' bad for lunch Tryna figure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch Like Velma up a Scooby-Doo, confusin' like a Rubix Cube Usually don't do this I be stupid just a nuisance All you seem to hear about, I'm in ya ear, q-tip Yeah that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks Breathe in a huge spliff, weed come in two zips You light it then I burn it like a furnace when the herb hits Like it cause I earn it smokin' good veggie turnips Bitch I'm fallin' from the sky like bird shit Makin' movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest [Hook] Come on down, grab your girlfriend down, make her spin around Ain't no other mothafucker get the people this wild What you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk We those kids gettin' cheese on some Cheetos shit Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch So what you want? some futuristic funk Tell me what you want? a little futuristic funk Like uhhhh, like uhhhhh Yo Jerm's out there, makin' all this shit sound good I'm in here talkin' shit, don't be mad mothafucker I'm gettin, I'm gettin, I'm livin' great, your not !
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