[Hook: Mac Miller]
Roll up to your party
Smoking all of your weed
f**ing all of your b**hes
Popping all of these beans
Taking all of your money
Sipping all of this lean
Don't be mad at this pimping
We just living all of your dreams
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Mine is gold, tell a motherf**er take me further now
Everything is purple when you live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothing but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, depends what I climb into
So astronomical my story come in chronicles
Money got a pocket full, my b**h she made the honor roll
College hoes, love to swallow whole, tell 'em drop it low
Working 'til I die so I can be somewhere tropical
Nothing that I wear is cheap, master suite that's where I sleep
Girls I like them cla**y reading books and f** with Meryl Streep
Rappers try but I guarantee that they'll get two of these
b**hes know come up to Mac and get your p**y pleased
[Hook: Mac Miller](x2)
[Verse 2: Mack Maine]
I either hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday
Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight
I take these b**hes breath away resuscitate
And the weed I'm smoking strong that's pepper spray
That's strong, p**y walls I enter and redecorate
All the police ever say is stay behind the yellow tape
AK to your nose make them n***as call you letter face
Turn you into a vegetable then cut you up like carrot cake
It's Mack Maine YMCM, creeping with ya BM
Wait we just had a moment, that's that carpe diem
Condo look like coliseum, main b**h look like hallelujah
She go green she don't eat meat, she recycle to stop pollution
She like girls and I like girls menage a trois we don't do twosomes
And bet she swallow when I come to a conclusion
It's Mack Maine in this mahf**er with champagne in this mahf**er
We and Wayne ain't worried about a damn thang in this mahf**er
[Hook: Mac Miller](x2)
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
This that cla**ic flow this that type of sh** people be asking for
Take your shoes off this that special floor
Make them kiss my testicles
Bounce on this dick like it's a sixty-four
[?] like a mistletoe
Point missiles at your car door, back door, front door
I'm riding a Gallardo
I f** with b**hes that'll put you on [?]
Pocket full of brick [?], hit you when I get there
They ask me if I'm the sh**, I had to tell them sh** ya
When there I ain't sit there what I spent there was your rent fare
Mink coat like a pimp wear
Take your b**h when I wink at her
k** your a** in a pink sweater
n***as know not to f** with me
Drinking lean with my pinky out like it's a cup of tea
[Hook: Mac Miller](x2)