Chillin Troy Ave (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Intro: Troy Ave]
It's that feel good right here
You had a long day at work, you got off
Just got some money, it's Friday, you got paid
It's that weekend music, you know what I mean?
The weekend shit
Uh, alright, alright

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Uh, I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit
But I'ma smoke just a little bit
I'm just ridin' on some chillin' shit
With a bad little joint, feelin' good and shit
And we've been drinkin' so we kinda hit (Uh, hit)
But I'ma smoke just a little bit

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Tank top on with my big chain
Ridin' through my city, nuttin' but a G thang
Money in my pockets, shit, I'm gettin' checks (Checks)
Just got a text, read, "My pussy wet"
Twenty minutes later, pull up at her store
She a bad little bitch but I don't endure (Never)
Go and get a bottle from the store (Alright, alright)
Slow sippin', if I'm trippin', I'ma hit it raw (Nah)
Grand papers filled with the weed, smoke that
Now I got the fillings that I need
I'm feelin' her and she feellin' me (Come on)
But feelin' love's for the suckers, B
We could fuck if we both agree
And if I spill a nut, she gon' eat the peas (You do that)
I double L for the mornin' after
And I'm a real nigga, double entendre