It be tha Mo, thuggish buck wit bandits, one ah me soldiaz just can't stand'em, made me how to do a 187 (187) wit ah Mac trench, or reactin like you
off In to outer space where the starts be at I'm phat they call me phatso straight up ass hole Say my big Mac boxes could build my Mac ass a castle
Cris by the case I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm 67 cuz when I ride man I ride with the mac 11 a quater pound worth of purple thrax to smoke
it crunk in South Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth Cause, we Certified Gangstas [Outro: Jim Jones] We ride in that Eastside We roll up while we ride We ride
of funk driver store's thug On the other ridges feelin like a billionaire A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there Haters talk around me
who hold it down for me Passing around the weed, no problems at all And you haters keep on hating, I aint talking to y'all [Wiz Khalifa - Hook] [Mac Miller
reached, The back of The High Life, Thanks for coming out, I've been your host, Mac Miller, Been great spending the evening with you, Let's Ride out,
real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit [Verse: Mac Miller] Pull the hoodie down And take a look around
high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it's all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill
snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it?s all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I?m fuckin? wit? the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill]