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