volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up Get em up up up up up up [x2] [Verse
volume real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky motherf**** get em up up up up up up get em up up up up up up (x2) Verse
real high, If you tryna feel the vibe throw your hands up in the sky Motherfucker get em up up up up up up Get em up up up up up up [x2] [Verse 1:] The
off Rock like aesop Light the weed and take off So high I cannot see, adolf Now I got these rappers all breaking up in sweat Cause every time I get up
[Verse 1: Mac Miller] Ay yo, the flyest mutha-fcka up in the room Yeah, you know it's me Bitches hating on him, cause he started out here locally Hopefully
a keep on dreamin be the straight up best, And I'm blessed Everyday and I'm getting straight up fresh, My homies like Mac damn you get your cake up yes
bitches I ain't startin with u girls It's Mac (it's Mac) It's Mac jump back Dumb raps and my lungs is black Uhh yeah it's mac, say it again Chest collapse
You can have it free of charge Though I do it for the love cause [Verse 2: Mac Miller] First I take a breath Then let it out Hear em clap a little while
picture should I paint? what kind of music should I make? [Verse 1: Mac Miller] So many things to say not a lot of times that I can say em' I can talk
[Mac Miller] Ay yo, the flyest mutha-fcka up in the room Yeah, you know it's me Bitches hating on him, cause he started out here locally Hopefully, I
that's money on my mind, WALE [Bridge: Lady GaGa] Get Em All, Get Em All, Pick it All Up Stack Up Your Funds Like a Million Bucks Across That Pond, They
came so clear We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit' that Mac tucked I'm a Bad
[50 Cent:] R.I.P. B.I.G. man ya'll niggas have some audacity Sell four mill then get half of me Get off my dick I'm the shit I know ya'll niggas copying
them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get
Dre] [Hook: Dre] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, I'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pills, Daddy
a come up Won't sleep till I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up? Gotta get
