How To Make It In America lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]
Okay, my name YG and I came to play
f*ck, then I bust a nut, [?] aim her face
Yeah, I'm a real n*gga, I ain't got time to fake
The Glock like a fan, ha, blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma, "f*ck a nine-to-five"
I get money, f*ck b*tches, that's my alibi
I'm laughin' in ya b*tches pus*y like hahaha
But anyways, I'm gettin' paid, yeah, I get it how I'm livin'
Treat the game like a spider in my house, I gotta kill it
Okay, Big di*k Bandit, yeah, ya b*tch know
We outside smokin' that indo
And my momma bends 'em, and my momma bends 'em
I'm a cute young n*gga, and my momma friends know
Give her a bottle of Ciroc and a thizz pill
And if she ain't f*ckin', throw her out the windshield

[Chorus: YG & Mac Miller]
Real n*gga, real n*gga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these b*tches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young n*gga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin', on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four b*tches
(Most Dope crew in this motherf*cker, [?])
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin', n*gga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Uh, a hundred thousand in the briefcase like I won a sweepstakes
Party with aristocratic b*tches, bring the cheese plate (Plate)
I really am this (This), and you just seem great (Great)
Weight of the world on my shoulders 'til my knees break (Break)
Give 'em E pills (Pills), tell 'em, "Be still"
I got them donuts for you, and they cream filled (Haha)
Got expensive clothes and extensive flows (Flows)
Designer brands that you'll never own (No)
A second phone that I'm never on
Eatin' filet mignon from her restaurant
And that's pus*y (pus*y), not before money (Money)
Yeah, It's Mac Miller, YG, 4Hunnid (4Hunnid)
So hit me up with that Dutch to split
You mad that lil' white boy f*cked ya b*tch (Sorry)
Next time you better cuff that chick
'Cause she ain't never gonna get enough of this

[Chorus: YG]
Real n*gga, real n*gga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these b*tches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young n*gga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin', on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four b*tches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin', n*gga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life
[Verse 3: YG]
Okay, I'm ridin' though the city with the top down
At the first day of summer, n*ggas hot now
I got bars, the flow put you on lockdown
This ain't a weight room but my n*ggas got pounds
I hit the block, then I bounce
She a young n*gga [?]
Just get yo' b*tch [?] keep blowin' up my phone
What the f*ck Is goin' on? Tell that b*tch to leave me alone
She only look good in my whip or in her thong
Okay, I meet a b*tch, beat a b*tch
f*cked her, then I leave a b*tch
f*cked her with the lights off, she ain't even see the di*k
And if she looked bad, you know I'ma eat the b*tch
Now she all on a n*gga like cheetah print
I'm on Mars and my flow on Jupiter
Wrist go dumb, but my chain go stupider
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I have yo' n*ggas stupider
Now Heavenly Father, could you protect me from Lucifer?

[Chorus: YG]
Real n*gga, real n*gga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these b*tches televised
Hit that puff-puff, now a young n*gga hella high
And I can show you how to make it in America
How ya ride, how ya ridin', on twenty-four inches
Hotel room, what you drinkin'? Twenty-four b*tches
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin', n*gga never check the price
Livin' fast like I got a second life