Confessions of a Cash Register lyrics

by

Mac Miller


[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah
Yeah
(Check me out) That's right
(Check me out)
Yeah
Yeah (ALC
Don P
Mac)
Uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Prodigy, Mac Miller]
All I got for these n*ggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I got for these b*tches
Is big di*k and drugs
Alcohol and guns
Don't be scared now you got it, thug
Smart enough to chill the f*ck out
Until it's time to dump
Release so much rage
In such a short space
I'll put your face
In your cornflakes, mob-style
You gave them Goma power
Your honey want it, n*gga; hold it down
Hood n*gga, she love my style
I knocked the cat out, n*gga
I'll pull a Lufthansa
n*gga, is that your b*tch?
I took that back to the casa
I'm always pulling the heist; I can't help that
b*tches wanna
To know what that ride be like for just one night
I blow up mine and get low
There's too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb
And bend a few corners bumping this sh*t here
Turnt all the way up
n*ggas getting robbed tonight; let's be clear
Come up off of them things
A n*gga gone die tonight, I leave you here
You give me your valuables (Uh...)
No funny moves, I swear (Uh)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
A man walked in with a smile on his face
And a loaded .45 in his hand (In his hand)
Told the clerk, "Don’t move; I didn't come here to shoot
But I will, so you must understand" Bang!
Shots in the air, no time to waste
Been doin' drugs all day, now his mind erased (Gone)
f*ck the register; he better find the safe
Get the money, hit his homies up, and congregate (Uh-huh)
I need bread, my kid need to be fed
This is a recession, going through depression (Whoa)
I ain't done sinning 'cause I ain't done winning (No)
Gotta be f*cked up to make it to the top; where the money at?
Could be next to meet death and vanish
Work at CVS, and one day you’ll manage (You'll manage)
Rejects, emotionally damaged
You kids need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis (Okay)
Want to get a crib in Atlantis ('lantis)
Knock a b*tch out cold, she Rick Rambis (Whoa)
Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas (No)
Livin' in this world, but we don't understand it (Whoa,) no
Bullsh*t, you can't sell that (Nope)
All these kids who get held back (Yep)
My cup filled, and my L fat
Thinkin', "we just want Dave Chappelle back"
Run and tell that
I’m coming through the function with a something too disgusting for discussion (Whoa)
Yep, that's Alchemist on production
Little bit of Larry Fishy, yeah, it's nothing, uh (Haha)
God vs. man (Man,) lion vs. lamb (Lamb)
Competition ain't sh*t (Ain't sh*t)
I'ma treat you all like my b*tch (My b*tch)
You can start by sucking this di*k
Biotch
*Gunshot*
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