Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Haze, Mac Miller, Johnny Juliano & Wiz Khalifa] Okay This is a DJ Haze Street Grind world premiere (Johnny Juliano on the beat) Yeah, haha Ha-ha [Chorus: Mac Miller & DJ CapCom] They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh (DJ CapCom) They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too (TreeJTV in the buildin', motherfuckers) It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh (Ha, I gotta do my mans right; Yeah, money) [Verse 1] Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon with no profit? Broke as fuck, sittin' with a empty wallet (Ha-ha) One dude lemme come in, boy, I got this (Yeah) Everybody jumpin' around like it's a mosh pit (Mosh pit) I drop that hot shit (Hot shit), you drop nonsense (Nonsense) And my money long like the center for the Rockets (Yeah) I get that chronic, that Cali weed, roll a Swisher, pass to me Smash a beat, work of art, masterpiece (Uh-huh) Game on lock and key (Huh?), nobody stoppin' me (Chyeah) Got some haze and Patrón, 'bout to pop a bean (Haha) Now I'm rollin' like a sixteen-wheeler And my money fat like a sixteenth meal, bruh Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper (Favorite rapper) That's the game I'm after (Game I'm after) Gettin' cheese like we play the Packers, cake and batter (Yup) So be careful 'fore you hook to the IV (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I be chillin' in the P-to-the-I-T (Ha-ha) [Chorus] They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh (Get it) [Verse 2] My swag official like a referee (Yeah) No one on the plane is stayin' fresh as me (Uh-huh) Boy, I'm dressin' clean (Clean), denim jeans sittin' low on my waist (Waist) And haters get a cloud of smoke blown in they face Uh, my fam beside me, fans behind me Sorry, ma, but it's money over punani I'm super fresh (Fresh), make your lady lose her breath (Breath) It's hard not to take a Ralphie but I'll do my best (Haha) Rock your head and do your step (Do your step), move it to the left (Left) Where you can find me posted up in my Gucci vest (Yeah) Boy, I'm gettin' paid (Paid), then I'm gettin' laid (Ha-ha) Don't tell the honeys at the party that I'm in eleventh grade Ain't nobody out that's fresh my age and you best believe (Believe) That's why I got twenty honeys sittin' next to me (Ha-ha) Child celebrity, got to be me 'Cause my swag stayin' clean like a washin' machine Fuck y'all [Chorus] They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh They ain't got it, they ain't got it like we do Gettin' honeys, smokin' piffs, stackin' cream too It's just the life of a PA hustler, and y'all motherfuckers busters, uh