YG, Mac Miller - How To Make It In America lyrics

Okay, my name YG and I came to play
Fuck, then I bust a nut, aim her face
Yeah, I'm a real nigga
I ain't got time to fake
The Glock like a fan, ha, blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma
"Fuck a nine-to-five"
I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi
I'm laughin' in ya bitches pussy like hahaha
But anyways, I'm gettin' paid, yeah
I get it how I'm livin'
Treat the game like a spider in my house
I gotta kill it
Okay, Big Dick Bandit, yeah, ya bitch know
We outside smokin' that indo
And my momma bends 'em
And my momma bends 'em
I'm a cute young nigga
And my momma friends know
Give her a bottle of Ciroc and a thizz pill
And if she ain't fuckin'


Throw her out the windshield

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels
Got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff
Now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin'
On twenty-four inches hotel room
What you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
(Most Dope crew in this motherfucker)
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin'
Nigga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life

Uh, a hundred thousand in the briefcase
Like I won a sweepstakes
Party with aristocratic bitches
Bring the cheese plate (Plate)
I really am this
(This) , and you just seem great (Great)
Give 'em E pills
(Pills) , tell 'em, "Be still"
I got them donuts for you
And they cream filled (Haha)
Got expensive clothes and extensive flows
(Flows)
Designer brands that you'll never own (No)
A second phone that I'm never on
Eatin' filet mignon from her restaurant
And that's pussy
(Pussy) , not before money (Money)
Yeah, It's Mac Miller, YG, 4Hunnid (4Hunnid)
So hit me up with that Dutch to split
You mad that lil' white boy fucked ya bitch
(Sorry) next time you better cuff that chick
'Cause she ain't never gonna
Get enough of this

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels
Got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff
Now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin'
On twenty-four inches hotel room
What you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin'
Nigga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life

Okay, I'm ridin' though the city
With the top down
At the first day of summer, niggas hot now
I got bars, the flow put you on lockdown
This ain't a weight room but
My niggas got pounds
I hit the block, then I bounce
She a young nigga
Just get yo' bitch keep blowin' up my phone
What the fuck Is goin' on? Tell
That bitch to leave me alone
She only look good in my whip or in her thong
Okay, I meet a bitch, beat a bitch
Fucked her, then I leave a bitch
Fucked her with the lights off
She ain't even see the dick
And if she looked bad
You know I'ma eat the bitch
Now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
I'm on Mars and my flow on Jupiter
Wrist go dumb, but my chain go stupider
I'm the shit, bitch
I have yo' niggas stupider
Now Heavenly Father
Could you protect me from Lucifer?

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels
Got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff
Now a young nigga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin'
On twenty-four inches hotel room
What you drinkin'? Twenty-four bitches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin'
Nigga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life