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BIG SEAN FEAT. MAC MILLER : Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics

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BIG SEAN FEAT. MAC MILLER lyrics : "Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper"


[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho

Never slowing down that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that's a cash flow (oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a labcoat

From where they livin' off food stamps that's past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport
Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up

Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough
(*##$ I'm livin' like it's monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property

Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top

(*##$ ^!$$%s hatin', bad (*##$es wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G's I'm just the one that was picked out.


[Hook: Big Sean]
Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper

You might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man, everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah)
Boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?

(*##$ I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin' my paper.

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

(*##$, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it's a season of Lost

Get money uniform, you can see I'm on my job
Ah damn, (*##$ you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane

Straight #[email protected], and no balls
Rockin' jeans and thug sandals, that's a faux pas
Have em all like (Oh God) Everytime we showin' off

True players what we is and true players don't dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' for some good %#@!

I don't claim no hood %#@!
But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood %#@!
Hey, unless it's chilling up at Holiday Hills

And that's sixteen bars, all of em I'll (What)

Say Say Say

True players what we is and true players don't dissolve (6x)

[Hook: Big Sean]

Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor
Man everytime they see me they say boy whatcha doin (woah) boy whatcha doin? boy boy whatcha doin?

(*##$ I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper stackin' my paper


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