How To Make It In America

[Intro] Pusha Ink the label All Money In DJ Ill Will [Verse 1: YG] 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 how I blow ya mind away I'm on the grind, I told my momma, "Fuck a 9-to-5" I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi I'm laughin' in ya bitch 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 [Chorus: YG & Mac Miller] Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie Change hoes like channels, got these bitches televised Hit that puff-puff (Mac Miller), 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, rollin' up) Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin', nigga never check the price (Blunts and shit) Livin' fast like I got a second life (Let me do my rap thing) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] 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) Weight of the world on my shoulders 'til my knees break (Break) 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 (Cuff yo' chick) [Chorus: YG] 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 [Verse 3: YG] 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, gone 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? [Chorus: YG] 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