Cruise Control Mac Miller (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Chorus: Mac Miller & Wiz Khalifa]
Ayo, I'm livin' the high life
Fly clothes, good liquor, good weed (Good weed)
Fine hoes, those are things I'ma need (I'ma need)
We make these ladies pants wet when we grab the mic
And we gon' have 'em like (Like)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la (Uh), la-la-la-la, la, ayy
Sit back, relax and move slow (Y'all already know what it is, man)
We're now in cruise control (Bad bitches and good weed, God)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Wizzle man, the fans: can't keep 'em off me
Always reppin' for my city even though I don't see it often
Yeah, as a youngin' learn it's best to keep from talkin'
I only say I'm the best cause that's what the people call me
And I'ma keep shinin' 'til the day the Reaper call me
A lot of shit on my chest so I suggest you keep from round me
Tryna slander my name but when you sit think about it
It's hard to show off your aim when niggas yet to see the target
He's talkin' that mess 'cause he's garbage
My trees rolled, beauty of the week is foreign
And my homie bought a yacht so we on it and drinks are pourin'
Hoes admire my clothes 'cause I got Louis features on 'em
Life just like a movie plus the special feature bonus
With bad bitches and good weed to keep us coughin'
Hard as a bed of nails, you a beast for sleepin' on 'em
Motherfucker, yeah