Paper Route

[Intro: Leo Fitzpatrick & Justin Pierce] Ayo, you thirsty? Hells yeah, I'm fuckin' dehydrated, yo You got any money? Three pennies and a ball of lint, kid [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Chevy, please let me roll this weed up This the main event, so watch the people pull they seats up Bottle of some gin, let's just hit a couple freaks up I'ma take one home and have her singin' like the Glee Club Never on no cheap stuff, here, we got expensive taste Green lights, never press the brakes You can look at us roll, all the kush that we blow So you know I'm at the show lookin' good for these hoes Got they man on patrol, shorty wanna live it up Playin' hard to get, but she wanna give it up Yeah, you smokin' good, but we probably smokin' better 151, takin' shots with no Beretta Know me, homie, I'm the king You could watch me do my thing With a drink gettin' drunk, havin' one-night flings This is Pittsburgh, home of the six rings We gettin' money now, all we hear is, "Chi-ching" [Chorus: Chevy Woods] And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Cool ass, fly around, chillin', young fool Gin cup sippin', that's me, that's what I do I got the gang in my bloodstream, strong how I'm livin' And I'm G'd up, so now they just throwin' away the kitten, it's real I swear you hella bad, the youngin Mac told me 'bout you But we cool, if you stuck up, we can go without you We on this money, he schoolin', you know I be the block I swear the homie got a gift, so he don't need the block Zig-Zag papers, king size Smokin', chillin' in angry cars, mean rides Pop was a hustler and Moms ran track So tell me, what you get in me when you mix that? I just sit back, light mines And middle finger you suckers with my nice rhymes So whether home, on the road We gettin' dough, it follow us everywhere that we go [Chorus: Chevy Woods] And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road