Big Sean, Mac Miller - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean, Mac Miller - Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper lyrics]
I do it, I do true players what we is, man
True players don't dissolve (Boy)
Hey, uh, true players what we is and
True players don't dissolve
(It's BIG sean Don, uh, uh)
Motherfucker (Mac, my boy)
(Fuck you, fuck you
And fuck you) Some shit to ride to oh, God
Now gimme everything I ask for or
End up in a cast, ho
Never slowin' down
That's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical
I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps
That's past poor thought about it as I got
A stamp in my passport (yeah)
Yeah, I made it out, made it up
And I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied with what I make
No such thing as makin' enough ('Nough)
Bitch, I'm livin' like it's Monopoly (yeah)
Tryna dodge jail and I'm
Buyin' up the property (yeah)
Yo' wifey was down with monogamy
Til' she started massagin' me
But, you can't have a dollar, ho
Blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin'
Bad bitches wanna lip-lock (Woah)
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 (Ya)
Wake up in the morning, first thing I
Need is my paper, paper, paper, paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya
Try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor
Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy
Whatcha doin'? (Woah)
Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?"
(Uh, huh) bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred
Dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
(Uh) stackin' my paper
Bitch, unzip my pants 'fore you
Try and take 'em off
Open wide, say, "Ah, " then you cough
See, I got so many shows
Think it's a season of Lost
Get money, uniform, you can see I'm on my job
Ah damn, bitch, you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane
You just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, 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 evolve into a Gotti
Was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when
We shoppin' for some good shit
I don't claim no hood shit
But, I guarantee you I ain't
On that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it's chillin' up at Holiday Hills
And that's sixteen bars, all of 'em ill
What?
Say, say, say true players what we is and
True players don't dissolve
True players what we is, man
True players don't dissolve
Said, true players what we is
And true players don't dissolve
Uh, true players what we is
And true players don't dissolve
(They say, they say, okay)
True players what we is, man
True players don't dissolve i said
True players what we is and true
Players don't dissolve at all
Wake up in the morning, first thing I
Need is my paper, paper, paper, paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya
Try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor
Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy
Whatcha doin'? (Woah)
Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?"
(Uh, huh) bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred
Dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
Stackin' my paper
True players don't dissolve (Boy)
Hey, uh, true players what we is and
True players don't dissolve
(It's BIG sean Don, uh, uh)
Motherfucker (Mac, my boy)
(Fuck you, fuck you
And fuck you) Some shit to ride to oh, God
Now gimme everything I ask for or
End up in a cast, ho
Never slowin' down
That's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical
I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps
That's past poor thought about it as I got
A stamp in my passport (yeah)
Yeah, I made it out, made it up
And I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied with what I make
No such thing as makin' enough ('Nough)
Bitch, I'm livin' like it's Monopoly (yeah)
Tryna dodge jail and I'm
Buyin' up the property (yeah)
Yo' wifey was down with monogamy
Til' she started massagin' me
But, you can't have a dollar, ho
Blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin'
Bad bitches wanna lip-lock (Woah)
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 (Ya)
Wake up in the morning, first thing I
Need is my paper, paper, paper, paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya
Try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor
Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy
Whatcha doin'? (Woah)
Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?"
(Uh, huh) bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred
Dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
(Uh) stackin' my paper
Bitch, unzip my pants 'fore you
Try and take 'em off
Open wide, say, "Ah, " then you cough
See, I got so many shows
Think it's a season of Lost
Get money, uniform, you can see I'm on my job
Ah damn, bitch, you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane
You just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, 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 evolve into a Gotti
Was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when
We shoppin' for some good shit
I don't claim no hood shit
But, I guarantee you I ain't
On that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it's chillin' up at Holiday Hills
And that's sixteen bars, all of 'em ill
What?
Say, say, say true players what we is and
True players don't dissolve
True players what we is, man
True players don't dissolve
Said, true players what we is
And true players don't dissolve
Uh, true players what we is
And true players don't dissolve
(They say, they say, okay)
True players what we is, man
True players don't dissolve i said
True players what we is and true
Players don't dissolve at all
Wake up in the morning, first thing I
Need is my paper, paper, paper, paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya
Try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor
Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy
Whatcha doin'? (Woah)
Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?"
(Uh, huh) bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred
Dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
Stackin' my paper