Mac Miller Lyrics

It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on

It's on, it's on, it's on

Go for real

And that's all in the real

Mami i'f you tryna slide, gotta bring one full wheel

Just another day in the light

I know it's wrong, I ain't right

When it rain, it's gon' storm

Diamonds flashing like some lights

I paid a ticket for the tab

I ain't talking bout no price

He paid a ticket for the bitch

And he ain't talking bout his wife

But it ain't tricking if you got it

I wanna gamble, roll the dice

My youngin' moving with them sticks

Like what the fuck wrong with his eyes

We don't move like you guys

Family ties, we the mob

When it's up, we gon' slide

Suicide, he gon' die

While them niggas swish up on me

There's some shit that I can't speak about

On the road to riches

Fuck around and take a quicker route

Drop her off, pick her up

I dick her down, beat her up

You call my phone, like, boy, what's up

You talking tough, I'm hanging up

That tough tone ain't cool with me

You mad at her, she cool with me

She play my song, you cut it off

You mad as fuck, can't fuck with me

Spill my whole bankroll all on a thick bitch

Not coming home with me, ho

I just want my dick lit

We not watching Netflix

I just want that neck neck

You might get a text back

Pussy, I can't stress that

Baby, I don't know that bitch

She follow me on Instagram

She rocking with my new shit

And she told me that she been a fan

Groupie ho, they loving me

Them hating niggas, can't fuck with me

It's touching every dollar

Pay the fine and you can order me

Nigga

Pay the fine, pay the fine

I might hit the bank

Pay the fine

I might hit his hoe