My Biography (Gotta Make Money) Mac Miller

[Refrain]
This is my biography
It's really somethin' that you gotta read
You all are weak, words that make me fall asleep (Yo)
Don Notz, please, can you drop the beat? (Look, look)

[Verse 1]
Now, everybody, can you clap your hands?
When you hear this out the speakers, be like, "That's the jam"
And ask your mans if he'll please turn it up
And we can gather round the cypher while we burn a Dutch
Words rush out my mouth when it's my turn to bust
Try and challenge the battler, you herbs get crushed
'Cause you'll be smoked right away like the herb I puff
Steel City, put your hands up, the 'Burgh is us
Smokin' purple stuff, hold it down for the potheads
Cross the cat, he'll fill your body up with hot lead
I'm not sayin' what's not said before
Takin' words out the book and I'm makin' metaphors
'Cause I ('Cause I)

[Chorus]
I gotta, gotta, gotta make money
Even if I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta take money
And it's what they take from me why I gotta do
Handle your business before it handle you
I gotta, gotta, gotta make money
Even if I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta take money
And it really ain't funny what I gotta do
Handle your business before it handle you