Confessions of a Cash Register Mac Miller (Ft. Prodigy)

[Intro: Prodigy]
Yeah
Yeah
(Check me out) That's right
(Check me out)
Yeah
Yeah
(A-L-C, Don P, Mac)
Uh
Yeah

[Verse 1: Prodigy & Mac Miller]
All I got for these niggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I got for these bitches
Is big dick and drugs
Alcohol and guns
Don't be scared now you got it, thug
Smart enough to chill the fuck out
Until it's time to dump
Release so much rage
In such a short space
I'll put your face
In your cornflakes, mob-style
You gave them Goma power
Your honey want it, nigga; hold it down
Hood nigga, she love my style
I knocked the cat out, nigga
I'll pull a Lufthansa
Nigga, is that your bitch?
I took that back to the casa
I'm always pulling the heist; I can't help that
Bitches wanna
To know what that ride be like for just one night
I blow up mine and get low
There's too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb
And bend a few corners bumping this shit here
Turnt all the way up
Niggas getting robbed tonight; let's be clear
Come up off of them things
A nigga gone die tonight, I leave you here
You give me your valuables (Uh...)
No funny moves, I swear (Uh)