Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller] Yeah (Woo, yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Mac Miller] My feet hangin' out the window G-Wagon, we ain't ridin' in a limo (No) Top tier, I don't ever make the list though Hit 'em with that "woo-hah", motherfuckin' Flipmode (Flipmode) Yeah, let me tell you what it is though (Woah) No fiend, but the money made me itch though (Woah) Yeah, real motherfuckin' pimp though Why you sit at home, always goin' through your bitch phone? (Goddamn) Pittsburgh legend, wait a second, I'm gettin' off (Uh) Sellin' cerebellum, this a motherfuckin' weapon that I'm lettin' off Better get a job, 'cause you fuckin' with some men of God (God), woah Dogs never get the dot (Dot) Do it for my city, usually never get a shot (Nope) J-Lo's single, and I'm known, what it is though? Only want the pussy if it's Jenny from the Block (Yah), stop playin' Everybody else, stop hatin' with your hatin' ass (Hatin' ass) Money, I'ma make it last longer than Stevie Wonder playin' laser tag by himself (Can't see shit!) Did it on my own, I don't need no help 'Stead of worryin' about me, better get it for yourself (Yeah) I'm the motherfuckin' man, can't help it All I do is play the hand I've been dealt with [Chorus: Mac Miller] And these motherfuckers folded (Y'all motherfuckers folded) These motherfuckers folded (All y'all motherfuckers folded; It's a royal flush) These motherfuckers folded (Still here, motherfucker, still here) All these motherfuckers folded (It's a royal flush; God) [Verse 2: Vinny Radio] Put my poker face on while they shuffle the deck They don't cut me a card, but they cut me a check When I come to collect, I take nothin' but "yes" While they fold like a cummerbund, but it's somersaults when I flex Peek my muscle, no pecs Just finessed with this TEC You need a classic? No sweat You see, the rap game is my lick And I'm Iceman with the hits Just put the bands in my fist Tremble and grind on my dick I tell her, "Bitch, watch my Diors" Off a quart of that shit Lean like a quarter past six Now that hoes know that we on, son They think they get a free sip, nah Them East End niggas then just walked into the buildin', yeah Threw a glance at your girl and that bitch got some feelings, ooh We got high while y'all was chillin', plottin' on a million Ball more than billiards, where the fuck my billboard? Ain't 'xpect 'Burgh niggas to come up Been Most Dope since the thumbs up Lose your legs if you run up, yeah Ayy, Mac, but they ain't believe us 'Til we came through the speakers, and banged they face on the speaker [Chorus: Mac Miller] And these motherfuckers folded (Y'all motherfuckers folded) These motherfuckers folded (All y'all motherfuckers folded; It's a royal flush) These motherfuckers folded (Still hear my voice over here) All these motherfuckers folded (It's a royal flush; God) [Bridge: Mac Miller] It's a royal flush It's a motherfuckin' royal flush It's a royal flush It's a motherfuckin' royal flush It's a royal flush It's a motherfuckin' royal flush What? [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Oh (Woo), look, we came up Everybody know my name Once you get a little money in the bank, you can bet, homie, everything change If it ain't us, it really don't mean no thing 'Cause we been doin' this since you was still a bitch And the bitch always gettin' in the way [Outro: Mac Miller] Do you feel it now? Can you feel it now? Do you feel it now? Can you feel it now, now, now, now?