Ignorant Lyrics

Uhh, this that mothaf*ckin' millionaire music you feel me? Chea

[Hook]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' sh*t, I'm killin' sh*t
A girl a girl, a b*tch a b*tch, a b*tch a b*tch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, this ignorant
[x2]

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Hey, so I just bought another Rolie and that sh*t is Goldie Hawn
Better get it before it's gone cause my shop ain't open long
I stay smokin' on that strong, I'm smokin' on that strong
Then go and take a hand full of drugs what the f*ck is goin' on?
Bein' rich well that's fun as hell,
these b*tches come like they under spells
Yo Mr. Jobs you see I'm a Mac, but I'm rollin' deep like Adele
I'm Robert Downey Jr., you more like Steve Carell
So get smart, no head starts, put a lion on a gazelle
You tryna rhyme cause you idolize, but I design for myself
But it's hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine your self
I don't hate ya b*tch, just fakin' rich, I get paper like RJ Camberidge
I'm best friends with my banker sh*t, gave fifty racks just to make a wish
Brand new crib I'm paintin' it, half a mil just paid for it
No thanksgiving paradin' this, but we marchin' like the Saints came in
So run and hide, eyes open wide cause this will be your jam
Just burn a dutch and turn it up as I pass it off to Cam
Damn

(Huh, huh) I got that Mac with me [x4]
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[Hook]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' sh*t, I'm killin' sh*t
A girl a girl, a b*tch a b*tch, a b*tch a b*tch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, this ignorant
[x2]

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
I got that Mac with me
Yo, we never met before but there 'll be a mess for sure
When I was a baby my crib, was Mom's dresser drawer
Infrared, blastingers, cockin' shots,
Another K, another tank, another Glock,
They smokin' weed, shipping E, crushin' rocks
Forget yo Porsche they want your baby mother's box
And you pamper honey, word he pamper honey
And she sucking d*ck for formula and Pamper money
And a real thug don't play that, laid back where the mac and the K at
Yayo turned to the straight crack, Maybach black with a gat won't say jack
Say jack, say jack, say jack, say jack...
I got that Mac with me

(Huh, huh) I got that Mac with me [x4]

[Hook]
You can't believe it, it's ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I'm just killin' sh*t, I'm killin' sh*t
A girl a girl, a b*tch a b*tch, a b*tch a b*tch
Smart dude, we gettin' ignorant, this ignorant

I got that Mac with me