[Intro: Big Sean, Mac Miller, Big Sean & Mac Miller]
I do it, I do
True players what we is, man, true players don't dissolve (Boy)
Hey, uh, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve (It's B.I.G. Sean Don, uh, uh)
Motherfucker (Mac, my boy)
(Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you) Some shit to ride to
Oh, God
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast, ho
Never slowin' down, that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical, I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps, that's past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport (Yeah)
Yeah, I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied with what I make, no such thing as makin' enough ('Nough)
Bitch, I'm livin' like it's Monopoly (Yeah)
Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property (Yeah)
Yo' wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
But you can't have a dollar, ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna lip-lock (Woah)
I could show you the ropes since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G's, I'm just the one that was picked out (Ya)
I do it, I do
True players what we is, man, true players don't dissolve (Boy)
Hey, uh, true players what we is and true players don't dissolve (It's B.I.G. Sean Don, uh, uh)
Motherfucker (Mac, my boy)
(Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you) Some shit to ride to
Oh, God
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast, ho
Never slowin' down, that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standin' on my money, that's a cash flow (Oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical, I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps, that's past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport (Yeah)
Yeah, I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied with what I make, no such thing as makin' enough ('Nough)
Bitch, I'm livin' like it's Monopoly (Yeah)
Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property (Yeah)
Yo' wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
But you can't have a dollar, ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna lip-lock (Woah)
I could show you the ropes since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G's, I'm just the one that was picked out (Ya)
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