Mac Miller - Money Shot lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Motherf**ers thought they had it on lock I tell them open the safe A ho a ho, I put a ho in her place They show me love all the time Motherf**er it ain't nothin to rhyme Got my tax bracket cracking filling W9's out It's my house I was in the pro's, you was only at the tryouts Tell your coach to put your a** at timeout It is what it is and it be what it be (oh yeah) Pimpin' ain't easy, leave it to me (oh yeah) Mommy, I don't need a ho, wonder why I keep her though She got that bong-ba-bong-bong like how the speakers go Kick it on the FIFA flow We f**ing with a Jedi, on my left side I got C-3PO Do it big, keep it low, swear that I'm a genius though Why I'm in line at the club like Emilio! Sit at home, rich alone , Vic Damone , money talk This is mine, get your own, this the f**in' money shot [Verse 2: Curren$y] Benz coupe, green Dickies suit You lied if you say I ain't the truth at what I do I stay high, halfway shut eyes when I came through Comfortably dressed, it's the sultan of sweats Boardin' the jet, on course to collect the check Give these little boys somethin' to respect You can be the man on somebody else set No baby steps, I move like a Tyrannosaurus Rex We tryna have right now and next, everybody eat That's what I'm tryna see Do it better than I done it homie Don't just follow me, I'm not the one to try to be I'm watching you too, I need you to inspire me Fool this is true, I don't even lie down to sleep No time, I take naps in-between flights Even though it don't seem right, no sheets Dollar signs all night in my sleep Money shot