"Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper" lyrics
(feat. 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
[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 (whoa)
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)
[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, what you're doin'? (whoa)
Boy, what you're doin'? Boy, boy, what you're doin'?" (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred-dollar-bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper (Uh)
Stackin' my paper
[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?
[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
[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, what you're doin'? (whoa)
Boy, what you're doin'? Boy, boy, what you're doin'?" (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred-dollar-bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
Stackin' my paper
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
[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 (whoa)
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)
[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, what you're doin'? (whoa)
Boy, what you're doin'? Boy, boy, what you're doin'?" (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred-dollar-bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper (Uh)
Stackin' my paper
[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?
[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
[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, what you're doin'? (whoa)
Boy, what you're doin'? Boy, boy, what you're doin'?" (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I'm tryna build a hundred-dollar-bill skyscraper, scraper, scraper
Stackin' my paper
