Money Money Mac Miller

[Intro: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
(Money)
I do it for the (For the money)
Yeah (Money, money)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
(Haha) It's all for the (Money), yeah
I spend it fast 'cause I get it back (Get it back)
Point Breeze, motherfucker, bet I'm reppin' that (Uh-huh)
I'm gettin' that, yeah, it's like that
Flippin' and zippin' and gettin' the chips (Oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, check the price tags (Yeah)
And you snitchin' motherfuckers, go and call the cops (Cops)
Cryin' 'cause your little bitch-ass got that molly wop
You sellin' weed, you a joke, you should probably stop (Bitch)
Just answer my call, get robbed up out your (Money; ha-ha)
I head to the mall to cop
Everything, I got that Rosie O'Donnell guap (Cheese)
Yeah, it's better than that bitch (Uh-huh)
And that's a fact, bitch (Hell yeah)
You throw my cash on the bed, it break the mattress
I used to not have shit (Have shit)
But this hustlin', this rap shit, added to my cash quick
Stack chips, spendin' 'em (Spendin' 'em)
Sexy hoes, message 'em (What's up, baby?)
Invite 'em over, introducin' 'em to Benjamin (Yeah)