How To Make It In America Lyrics

(VERSE 1)
ok my name yg and i came to play ,
fuck then i bust a nut where i aim her face
yeah ima real niqqa i aint got time to fake the glock
like a fan high blow yo mind away
im on the grind i told my momma fuck a 9 to 5 i get
money fuck bitches thats what i live by
im laughin in yo bitch pussy like hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
but anyways im gettin pay
yeah i get it how im livin treat the game like a spider
in my house i gotta kill it ok big dick banner yeah yo bitch know
we outside spokin that indoor and momma benzo and my
momma benzo im a cute young niqquh and my momma friends know
give her a bottle of cirrock and a thiz pill and if
she aint fuckin throw out the wind shield
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes
like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and
could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room
weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price
livin fast like i gotta second life
Mac Miller
uhh a hundred thousand in the breaf-case like i won the sweap-stakes
party with a rich stacratic bitches bring the cheese plate(plate)
im really am this and you just seem great weight of
the world on my shoulders til my knees break
give'em E-pills tell'em be still i got them doughnuts
for you and they creamed filled
got exspensive clothes you exstence a flow designer
brands that you'll never own no
a second phone that im never on eatin filet mignon
from her restaraunt and thats pussy not before money
yeah its mac miller yg 400 so hit me up with that dutch
to split he mad that lil white boy fucked yo bitch(sorry)
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next time you better cuff that chick cuhz she aint
never gonna get enough of this (cuff yo chick)
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes
like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and
could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room
weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price
livin fast like i gotta second life

(VERSE 2)
ok im ridin through the city with top down like the
first day of summer niqqa's hot now
i got bars that flow put you on lock-down this aint
a weight room but my niqqas got pounds
i hit the block then i bounce yeah a young niqqa gone
just gave yo bitch dick she keep blowin up my phone
what the fuck is goin on tell that bitch to leave me
'lone she only look good in my whip or in a thong
ok i meet a bitch key the bitch fuck her then i leave
a bitch fuck her with the lights off she aint even see the dick
and if she look bad you know ima eat the bitch now
she all on a niqqa like trina brick
im on mars and my flow on jupiter wrist go dumb but
my chain go stupidder im the shit bitch
ill have yo niqqa scoop it up and heavenly father can
you protect me from lucifer
(HOOK)
real niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes
like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and
could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room
weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price
livin fast like i gotta second life