[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Get 'em
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Get 'em
(Girl, shake that body)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Whoa, what do we have here?
People want to know how we could be that weird
How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?
I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo
My b**** suck, she a vacuum
f*** her in the a** everytime I'm in a bad mood
Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to
I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose
No respect, cause you wear a V-neck
I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat
I wish Narnia was on a GPS
I wish Rihanna was DTF
I got rich with these rap songs
Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone
Album filled with all sad songs
But this the one that I can laugh on
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Girl, shake that body, them a** and totties
I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby
b****, why you so d*** s*****?
Your a** flatter than the back of my head
I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back with some head
Or I'm a have my little sister beat the back of your head
I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a d*******
a****** area where my gooch sag
Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough
So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up
Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparking up
A bottle of Zima, the Beamer, I started parking up
Seen my n****, Mac, and he hopped in the back
And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs
And b**** came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade
But I'm a b****-a** n**** so I say
[Hook]
[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy making sure
You n***** don't win like referees, looking for the b******
That love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin
And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, f*** Thurnis
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler
Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah
But please, don't tell Nick
We were all watching movies at a Motel 6
Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
I hope Kendrick f*** Gaga
If Madonna on the Kabbalah
Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas
I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich
Pulling out the llama like "Show me your t***"
Keep crying cause I still ain't over my b****
Oh well, it'll be OK...
Get 'em
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Mac, Mac, Mac, Mac
Get 'em
(Girl, shake that body)
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Whoa, what do we have here?
People want to know how we could be that weird
How many hoes want to clean Mac's beard?
I kill flows, think I need that tear on a tattoo
My b**** suck, she a vacuum
f*** her in the a** everytime I'm in a bad mood
Ain't got a choice, know she do it cause she have to
I hit it raw while I'm listening to Papoose
No respect, cause you wear a V-neck
I mean stress, pressure that could even make Keith sweat
I wish Narnia was on a GPS
I wish Rihanna was DTF
I got rich with these rap songs
Bought a drug problem, now the cash gone
Album filled with all sad songs
But this the one that I can laugh on
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyler the Creator]
Girl, shake that body, them a** and totties
I want to see them cankles at my hotel lobby
b****, why you so d*** s*****?
Your a** flatter than the back of my head
I bought you dinner now it's time to pay me back with some head
Or I'm a have my little sister beat the back of your head
I'm a grade-A douchebag, I'm a d*******
a****** area where my gooch sag
Little momma got salty at me, she started talking tough
So I called the Wolf Gang up, they start to bark it up
Popped a hundred mollies, fifth of sherm, think I was sparking up
A bottle of Zima, the Beamer, I started parking up
Seen my n****, Mac, and he hopped in the back
And then we jet to Fatburger, ordered some Big Macs
And b**** came with a gauge, and she wanted my fade
But I'm a b****-a** n**** so I say
[Hook]
[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator]
T-Dollaz and Mac Meezy making sure
You n***** don't win like referees, looking for the b******
That love to suck peewee, Herman, I'm a vermin
And you could tell I golf with my hat, man, f*** Thurnis
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
I'm at IHOP's and eating with Tyler
Drink cocoa then double-team Mariah
But please, don't tell Nick
We were all watching movies at a Motel 6
Like ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
I hope Kendrick f*** Gaga
If Madonna on the Kabbalah
Then me and Snoop could chill and be Rastas
I don't need Prada to show you I'm rich
Pulling out the llama like "Show me your t***"
Keep crying cause I still ain't over my b****
Oh well, it'll be OK...