Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk lyrics

Yeah, ha, yeah, and it goes like
Hey, hey hey hey and I tell 'em, "Fuck you
" if you hatin'
So fuck you, we makin' money, bitch
That's all I really got to say
I'm just gonna start rappin' and
Shut the fuck up blaow

I said they actin' like they better
But they never been the shit
Hows it feel to have a hundred
Thousand people on ya dick?
Well, it feels good, homie
You should probably try it
If you never rocked a sold out show
Then keep quiet
I gets busy on a track, workin' double time
Tryna find a foreign pussy just
To put my tongue inside
I be on the top of the charts
You just an underline
Tearin' through the streets
All these hatin' suckers run inside
Furious, fool probably wanna come
And stomp me out mad they got a girl
And I'm all that bitch talks about
Been gettin' money since I walked
Around my father's house
The dads be cop and search when I
Come and take they daughters out
Paper come in large amounts
I'm eatin' like I should surf and turf shit
Sink my teeth in somethin' good
They mad I ain't hood, nah
I came to party hard
You grillin' at me, but I smile back, bitch
Hardy har

Come on down, grab your girl
Maybe spin her around
Ain't no other motherfucker gettin'
The people this wild
What you want? Some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want
A little futuristic funk
We those kids gettin' cheese
On some Cheetos shit
Just fuckin' for the night
Then we leave that bitch
So what you want? Some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want
A little futuristic funk (Hey, hey)

So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin' fun
Never have I had a gun
Vomit when I spit like I
Devoured somethin' bad for lunch
Tryna figure out the way to get me rich
I have a hunch like Velma up in Scooby-Doo
Confusin' like a Rubix Cube
Usually don't do this, I be stupid
Just a nuisance all you seem to hear about
I'm in ya ear Q-tip yeah, that's dude sick
Sleeve with a few tricks
Breathe in a huge spliff
Weed come in two zips
You light it, then I burn it
Like a furnace when the herb hit's
Like it 'cause I earn it
Smokin' good veggie turnips
Bitch, I'm fallin' from the
Sky like bird shit
Makin' movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest

Come on down, grab your girl
Maybe spin her around
Ain't no other motherfucker gettin'
The people this wild
What you want? Some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want
A little futuristic funk
We those kids gettin' cheese
On some Cheetos shit
Just fuckin' for the night
Then we leave that bitch
So what you want? Some futuristic funk
Tell me what you want
A little futuristic funk, like uh

Like uh, like uh yo, Jerm's out there
Makin' all this shit sound good
I'm in here talkin' shit
Don't be mad, motherfucker
I'm gettin, I'm gettin, I'm
Gettin', I'm livin' great, you're not