How To Make It In America YG (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Intro]
Pusha Ink the label
All Money In
DJ Ill Will

[Verse 1: YG]
Okay, my name YG and I came to play
Fuck, then I bust a nut, [?] aim her face
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, I ain't got time to fake
The Glock like a fan how I blow ya mind away
I'm on the grind, I told my momma, "Fuck a 9-to-5"
I get money, fuck bitches, that's my alibi
I'm laughin' in ya bitch pussy 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 Dick Bandit, yeah, ya bitch know
We outside smokin' that indo
And my momma bends 'em, and my momma bends 'em
I'm a cute young nigga, and my momma friends know
Give her a bottle of Ciroc and a thizz pill
And if she ain't fuckin', throw her out the windshield

[Chorus: YG & Mac Miller]
Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't never lie
Change hoes like channels, got these bitches televised
Hit that puff-puff (Mac Miller), now a young nigga 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 bitches
(Most Dope crew in this motherfucker, rollin' up)
Yup, yup, that's how I'm livin', nigga never check the price (Blunts and shit)
Livin' fast like I got a second life (Let me do my rap thing)