He Who Ate All the Caviar lyrics

by

Mac Miller


[Intro]
f*ck you mean, "I'm drunk," mo'fugga?
You crazy?
sh*t, you didn’t say that a hour ago!

[Verse 1]
Uh, I made more than this money (Whoa), don't label me as no business (No)
Came up in this country, started out in the Civic (Yup)
Pray for rain 'til it's muddy (Muddy), prayin' more than just Sunday (Sunday)
Eatin' good, I'm still hungry, left no evidence on these dishes (Clean)
Watchin' movies, no sound (Nope), smokin' weed in this dope house (Dope)
And my b*tch coked out, smoke loud when she go down (Suck a di*k, b*tch)
Damn, this the life (Life), ridin' on Gary Fisher bikes (Skrrt)
Know the kid is nice, piece of cake, you won't get a slice (b*tch)
Any time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife (Oh)
Find a sip, bottle Sprite (Oh), high as sh*t, blind a b*tch, dynamite (Bang)
b*tch, tell me what your problems like (I wanna know, for real)
Just grab the pipe, we could talk all night
Sike

[Chorus]
I get money, I f*ck hoes (Ya)
I wear really nice clothes, I
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (All of it!)
I get a lot of
b*tches who love to suck my di*k (b*tch!)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherf*ckin' rich (I'm so motherf*ckin' rich!)
I get money, I f*ck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I (They're expensive!)
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (Cash, motherf*cker)
I get a lot of
b*tches who love to suck my di*k (sl*t-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherf*ckin' rich (I'm so motherf*ckin' rich!)
[Verse 2]
Why the f*ck did I start this? (Uh,) Now I'm spittin' retarded (Huh?)
That bassline, made that, that's the hardest (Yeah, it is)
Regardless, I could get this yardage (Ya)
'Cause I'm a quarterback, b*tch, gimme my quarter back (Now)
Change, vendin' machine, make it rain (Wow)
Buyin' out the whole bottom floor, buyin' out the whole bottom drawer (Wow)
Buyin' out the whole bottom row
There's ice in my mouth right now (There's ice in my mouth right now)
Lemme chew that sh*t, b*tch, I'm cold (Whoa)
Yeah, I'm cold, all you rappers, you old
Don't go to award shows 'cause they smell like nursing homes (Gross)
Yeah, never wanna get nominated
Yeah, I do, I'm just p*ssed I haven't got nominated

[Chorus]
I get money, I f*ck hoes (Ya)
I wear really nice clothes, I
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (All of it!)
I get a lot of
b*tches who love to suck my di*k (b*tch!)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherf*ckin' rich (I'm so motherf*ckin' rich!)
I get money, I f*ck hoes
I wear really nice clothes, I (They're expensive!)
Go to the club and buy all Patrón (Cash, motherf*cker)
I get a lot of
b*tches who love to suck my di*k (sl*t-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherf*ckin' rich (I'm so motherf*ckin' rich!)
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