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BIG SEAN FT. MAC MILLER : 100 Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics

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BIG SEAN FT. MAC MILLER lyrics : "100 Dollar Bill Skyscraper"

[Intro: Big Sean & Mac Miller]
I do it, I do
True players what we is, man

True players don't dissolve
It's B.I.G. Sean don
Mac my boy (Let's give them some %#@! to ride to)

Oh God!

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Now give me everything I ask for or end up in a cast, ho
Never slow down, that's why I'm getting paid fast for
Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh)

Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a lab coat
From where they're livin' on, food stamps, that's passport
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport

Yeah I made out, made it up, all that remain makin' it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough
(*##$ I'm livin' like it's Monopoly

Tryin' to dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property
Wifey was down with monogamy, 'til she started massaging me
But you can't have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy

A young player at the tip-top
(*##$ ^!$$%s hatin', bad (*##$es wanna lip-lock
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
Yup


[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 you try and match my labor
Labor, labor, labor
Man every time they see me they say, "Boy what you doin'?"

"Boy what you doin'?" "Boy-boy what you doin'?"
(*##$ I'm tryin' to build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper
Scraper, scraper, stackin' my paper


[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
(*##$, unzip my pants 'fore you try and take 'em off

Open wide, say, "Ahh" then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it's a season of LOST
Get money, uniform, you could see I'm on my job

Aw damn, (*##$ you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you're just damned if you came
Straight #[email protected] and no balls, rockin' jeans and ?

Sandals and some ?, have 'em all like (Oh God)
Every time we showin' off
True players what we is and true players don't dissolve

They involved until ?
Iller than you thought you was
Now we in Bugatis 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 chillin' up at holiday hills

And rap sixteen bars, all of 'em ill, what

[Bridge: Big Sean & Mac Miller]

Say, say, say, say
True players what we is and true players don't dissolve (x6)


[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 you try and match my labor
Labor, labor, labor
Man every time they see me they say, "Boy what you doin'?"

"Boy what you doin'?" "Boy-boy what you doin'?"
(*##$ I'm tryin' to build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper
Scraper, scraper, stackin' my paper

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