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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Lead Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Thundercat
Thundercat
Bass Guitar
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Programming
ID Labs
ID Labs
Programming
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Programming
Sayez
Sayez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Forrest
George Forrest
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Robert Wright
Robert Wright
Songwriter
Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Drewbyrd
Drewbyrd
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Get caught, breaking laws Get caught, breaking laws Yeah, okay, I wake up with the taste of pussy still in my mouth Bitch in my bed, homegirl still asleep on the couch My head is banging like Metallica, swallow a bottle of Advil up Then head back to the bedroom where she suck me dry like Dracula It's the young miraculous, mister love-to-grab-his-nuts Never let a bitch inside, fuck her in the Acura Aurora borealis with the shine, my aura gorgeous Dinner with forty courses, bunch of horny whores and fornicate To formulate a fortune, more in the race of horses I am My homies got my back, they all Verizon, man I bring this to you like lalalalala-live man You gon' need at least five hands to hold my finance I am fe, fi, fo, fum, the giant The best thing out of Pittsburgh since Clemente with the Pirates I tell them "shhh" this middle finger sign for silence Ain't a fuckin' way I'm keeping quiet Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window Cops out on patrol, they looking out for all the criminals I been a lot of things, I ain't ever been a bitch though Rules to this game, you know how this shit go Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Oh no, break the law La, la, la So many people told me that I wouldn't be shit But now I walk around with money and my hand on my dick I think I'm special, I'm drinking whiskey out the bottle 'til I black out One million, two million, shit I'm losing track now Coming to you live inside the crack house Started with a dub and then I made it to a half ounce Then I turned it to a pound (Wow), turned that to a house (Wow) Turned that to a career, how the fuck did I get here? (Spending all your time just getting high won't drive you crazy, crazy) I killed the game like Jeffry Dahmer did the 80's Speeding in the freeway getting head in my Mercedes Giving me all of this money was crazy, shoulda known better No pressure, dope seller, smarter than your professor Hoes, I don't stress her, put a bitch down like Old Yeller The flow's stellar, stella ella ola, have you ever been? Shit I'm probably put up in the president Yeah, riding through the city blowing smoke out the window Cops out on patrol looking out for all the criminals I been a lot of things, I ain't ever been a bitch though Rules to this game, you know how this shit go Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Oh no, break the law La, la, la Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Get money, fuck the system, break the law Break the law, break the law, br-break the law Break the law Break the law Law, law
Writer(s): George Chet Forrest, Robert Craig Wright, Stephen Lee Bruner, Malcolm James Mccormick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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