Lyrics provided by http://www.1songlyrics.com/ ---Goosebumpz--- --Mac Miller-- Better act right cos I smack dykes Give em blow and a bit of that bagpipe Bitch wanna live that rap life But I already hit that last night Think you're fucking with me huh? Must be hitting that crack-pipe I be making my money Thank God I learned how to add right My cash like that cocaine Give me more, say give me more Don't worry about it, ain't no thing Big titty hoes in my videos Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell Smack her ass and then wish her well Life sucks, better give em hell Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel A million in my briefcase 'Bout to shop for some real estate 'Bout to party with drugs though Turn it up, bitch feel the bass Throwing money, in your face Feeling good, living great Bad bitches in different states It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase With pornstars, sports cars And my crib got a courtyard? How we get all this money though? You know how big his tours are? Greedy bitch, you a needy bitch Want some money, but need some dick And my belt monogram When I die bet she fuck my hologram though When I die bet she fuck my hologram though When I die bet she fuck my hologram When I die bet she fuck my hologram My hologram We in my black Benz, windows up Getting head, smoking blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to sluts Crib's like a mob boss My bitch get my car washed We nonstop, my dick out, her jaw dropCause all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she- all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck Fuck Don't I look like a drug dealer? Don't I look like I'm somebody Killing beats with that Murder Inc Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti Riding through with my hippy van You broke bitches don't give a damn You softer than the Michelin man Your bitch put her pussy on Instagram Better go hard when my flow start They brand new with they old cars Your pockets is on low carbs She do a show, she a pollstar In the penthouse, with the pants down With the camera out, no hands now Them hard drugs, we don't ran out Can't believe that's someone's grand child She's so bad but i like it (like it) Wanna hear your pussy I'll mic it My credit card bill is righteous but Girl that ass is so priceless Spend the night with The right bitch My dick ill, my pipe sick Small pussy, tight fit She loves to sniff that white shit Fuck free, no charge I play with that pussy like mozart Eat that pussy, I won't starve Love the pussy with my whole heart Bitch named Layla my Clapton ho Gimme head put the benz in captain mode And my belt monogram When I die bet she fuck my hologram though When I die bet she fuck my hologram though When I die bet she fuck my hologram thoughWe in my black Benz, windows up Getting head, smoking blunts Everybody know what's up And I turn them girls to sluts Crib's like a mob boss My bitch get my car washed We nonstop, my dick out, her jaw dropCause all we do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she- all she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck All she wanna do is fuck f-f-fuck-fuck Fuck