Mac Miller — Futuristic Funk

[Intro] Yeah, ha, yeah, and it goes like Hey, hey, hey, hey, and I tell 'em, "Fuck you," if you hatin' So fuck you, we makin' money, bitch That's all I really got to say I'm just gonna start rappin' and shut the fuck up Blaow [Verse 1] I said they actin' like they better, but they never been the shit Hows it feel to have a hundred thousand people on ya dick? Well, it feels good, homie, you should probably try it If you never rocked a sold out show, then keep quiet I gets busy on a track, workin' double time Tryna find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside I be on the top of the charts, you just an underline Tearin' through the streets, all these hatin' suckers run inside Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out Mad they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about Been gettin' money since I walked around my father's house The dads be cop and search when I come and take they daughters out Paper come in large amounts, I'm eatin' like I should Surf and turf shit, sink my teeth in somethin' good They mad I ain't hood, nah, I came to party hard You grillin' at me, but I smile back, bitch, hardy-har [Chorus] Come on down, grab your girl, maybe spin her around Ain't no other motherfucker gettin' the people this wild What you want? Some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk We those kids gettin' cheese, on some Cheetos shit Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch So what you want? Some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk (Hey, hey) [Verse 2] So you probably heard I rap a ton, havin' fun Never have I had a gun Vomit when I spit like I devoured somethin' bad for lunch Tryna figure out the way to get me rich, I have a hunch Like Velma up in Scooby-Doo, confusin' like a Rubix Cube Usually don't do this, I be stupid, just a nuisance All you seem to hear about, I'm in ya ear; Q-tip Yeah, that's dude sick, sleeve with a few tricks Breathe in a huge spliff, weed come in two zips You light it, then I burn it, like a furnace when the herb hits Like it 'cause I earn it, smokin' good veggie turnips Bitch, I'm fallin' from the sky like bird shit Makin' movies everywhere I go, call me Ernest [Chorus] Come on down, grab your girl, maybe spin her around Ain't no other motherfucker gettin' the people this wild What you want? Some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk We those kids gettin' cheese, on some Cheetos shit Just fuckin' for the night, then we leave that bitch So what you want? Some futuristic funk Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk, like uh [Outro] Like uh, like uh Yo, Jerm's out there, makin' all this shit sound good I'm in here talkin' shit Don't be mad, motherfucker I'm gettin, I'm gettin, I'm gettin', I'm livin' great, you're not