Living All Of Your Dreams Mack Maine (Ft. 2 Chainz & Mac Miller)

[Intro: Mack Maine]
Food for Thought
Woodee, do me a favor, mane
Call the club, tell 'em I need a hundred bottles of [?]
Before we even get there
I got fifty bag ya digss with me, ya heard, man? (Ah)
Leggo

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Mack Maine]
Ridin' up to your party (Uh)
Smokin' all of your weed (Weed)
Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches)
Poppin' all of these beans (Uh)
Takin' all of your money (Money)
Sippin' all of this lean (Yeah)
Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
My mind is gone, tell a motherfucker, "Take me further now"
Everything is purple when you live inside a circus town
Blunts by the boxes and it's nothin' but that chronic
Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, Benzo what I climb into
So astronomical, my story come in chronicles
Money, got a pocket full, my bitch, she make the honor roll
College hoes love to swallow whole, tell 'em, "Drop it low"
Workin' 'til I die so I can be out somewhere tropical
Nothin' that I wear is cheap, master suite, that's where I sleep
Girls, I like 'em classy, readin' books and fuck with Meryl Streep
Rappers try, but I guarantee that they'll get two of these
Bitches know, come up to a Mac and get your pussy pleased