Big Sean — Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper

[Intro: Big Sean, Mac Miller, Big Sean & Mac Miller] I do it, I do True players what we is, man, true players don't dissolve (Boy) Hey, uh, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve (It's B.I.G. Sean Don, uh, uh) Motherfucker (Mac, my boy) (Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you) Some shit to ride to Oh, God [Verse 1: Big Sean] Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast, ho Never slowin' down, that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh) Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical, I need a labcoat From where they livin' off food stamps, that's past poor Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport (Yeah) Yeah, I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up Never satisfied with what I make, no such thing as makin' enough ('Nough) Bitch, I'm livin' like it's Monopoly (Yeah) Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property (Yeah) Yo' wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me But you can't have a dollar, ho, blame it on the economy A young player at the tip-top Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna lip-lock (Woah) I could show you the ropes since I got the game in a slipknot From a city of G's, I'm just the one that was picked out (Ya) [Chorus: Big Sean & Mac Miller] Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper, paper, paper, paper Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy, whatcha doin'? (Woah) Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?" (Uh-huh) Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper (Uh) Stackin' my paper [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Bitch, unzip my pants 'fore you try and take 'em off Open wide, say, "Ah," then you cough See, I got so many shows, think it's a season of Lost Get money, uniform, you can see I'm on my job Ah damn, bitch, you better stand in your lane All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane Straight pussy, and no balls Rockin' jeans and thug sandals, that's a faux pas Have 'em all like (Oh, God) every time we showin' off True players what we is and true players don't dissolve They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' for some good shit I don't claim no hood shit But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood shit Hey, unless it's chillin' up at Holiday Hills And that's sixteen bars, all of 'em ill, what? [Bridge: Big Sean & Mac Miller] Say, say, say True players what we is and true players don't dissolve True players what we is, man, true players don't dissolve Said, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve Uh, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve (They say, they say, okay) True players what we is, man, true players don't dissolve I said, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve at all [Chorus: Big Sean] Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper, paper, paper, paper Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor, labor, labor, labor Man, every time they see me, they say, "Boy, whatcha doin'? (Woah) Boy, whatcha doin'? Boy, boy, whatcha doin'?" (Uh-huh) Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper Stackin' my paper