Drumma Boy - 100 Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics

[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 sh** 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 forward 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 past poor Thought about it as I got a stamp in my pa**port Yeah I made it out, made it up, Butler remain makin' it up Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough b**h 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 ma**aging me But you can't have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy A young player at the tip-top b**h n***as hatin', bad b**hes 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 pa** 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'?" b**h I'm tryin' to build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper Scraper, scraper, stackin' my paper [Verse 2: Mac Miller] b**h, 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, b**h you better stand in your lane All my jams are so insane, you're just Danity Kane Straight p**y and no balls, rockin' jeans and thug Sandals that's a faux pas, have 'em all like (Oh God) Every time we showin' off True players what we is and true players don't dissolve They involved into what Gotti was Iller than you thought you was Now we in Bugatis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' For some good sh**, I don't claim no hood sh** But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood sh** 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]