Living All Of Your Dreams

Lyrics

[Intro: Mack Maine] Food for Thought Woodee, do me a favor, mane Call the club, tell 'em I need a hundred bottles of [?] Before we even get there I got fifty bag ya digss with me, ya heard, man? (Ah) Leggo [Chorus: Mac Miller & Mack Maine] Ridin' up to your party (Uh) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Uh) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Yeah) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams [Verse 1: Mac Miller] My mind is gone, tell a motherfucker, "Take me further now" Everything is purple when you live inside a circus town Blunts by the boxes and it's nothin' but that chronic Like it's Dr. Dre in '92, Benzo what I climb into So astronomical, my story come in chronicles Money, got a pocket full, my bitch, she make the honor roll College hoes love to swallow whole, tell 'em, "Drop it low" Workin' 'til I die so I can be out somewhere tropical Nothin' that I wear is cheap, master suite, that's where I sleep Girls, I like 'em classy, readin' books and fuck with Meryl Streep Rappers try, but I guarantee that they'll get two of these Bitches know, come up to a Mac and get your pussy pleased [Chorus: Mac Miller, Mack Maine & Both] We ridin' up to your party (Party) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Beans) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Hahaha) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams (We) Ridin' up to your party (Party; yeah) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches; haha) Poppin' all of these beans (Beans; [?]) Takin' all of your money (Money; rich gang, nigga) Sippin' all of this lean (Lean; Bitch, I'm Mack Maine) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams [Verse 2: Mack Maine] Aight, I hustle, hustle like the rent was due yesterday Muscle car got more muscles than a heavyweight I take these bitches breath away resuscitate And the weed I'm smokin' strong, that's pepper spray That's strong, pussy walls I interior decorate All the police ever say is, "Stay behind the yellow tape" AK to your nose, make them niggas call you Leatherface Turn you to a vegetable, then cut you up like carrot cake It's Mack Maine YMCM (Uh), creepin' with ya BM (Uh) Wait, we just had a moment (Hold up), that's that carpe diem Condo look like coliseum, main bitch look like hallelujah She go green, she don't eat meat, she recycle to stop pollution She like girls and I like girls, m�nage � trois, we don't do twosomes And you can bet she swallow when I come to a conclusion It's Mack Maine in this mahfucker with champagne in this mahfucker Me and Wayne ain't worried about a damn thang in this mahfucker, we [Chorus: Mac Miller & 2 Chainz] Ridin' up to your party (Party) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Beans) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Hahaha) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams (We) Ridin' up to your party Smokin' all of your weed Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Uh) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Uh) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams (2 Chainz) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] This that classic flow, this that type of shit people be askin' for Take your shoes off, this that special floor Make 'em kiss my testicles Bounce on this dick like it's a sixty-four [?] like a mistletoe Point missiles at your car door, back door, front door I'm ridin' a Gallardo I fuck with bitches that'll put you on [?] (Damn) Pocket full of brick [?], hit you when I get there They ask me, am I the shit, I had to tell 'em, "Shit, yeah" (Tell 'em) When there I ain't sit there what I spent there was your rent fare Mink coat like a pimp wear Take your bitch when I wink at her (Bro) Kill your ass in a pink sweater Niggas know not to fuck with me Drinkin' lean with my pinky out like it's a cup of tea [Chorus: Mac Miller] Ridin' up to your party (Party) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Beans) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Hahaha) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams (We) Ridin' up to your party (Party) Smokin' all of your weed (Weed) Fuckin' all of your bitches (Bitches) Poppin' all of these beans (Beans) Takin' all of your money (Money) Sippin' all of this lean (Lean) Don't be mad at this pimpin', we just livin' all of your dreams (Dreams) [Outro: Mack Maine, Mac Miller, 2 Chainz, Mack Maine & Mac Miller] Pussy walls I interior decorate (Livin' all of your dreams) 2 Chainz (Bitch, we livin' all of your dreams) Oh, we dream it up (What we do) We live that shit (We live it) You mad as fuck (But what?) But we don't give a shit, nigga Huh, a Mac Miller boy, a titty boy, boy A Mac Mizzle boy, a 2 Chainz boy A Mac Miller nigga, a Mac Mizzle nigga, yeah What up, Tune? I see you What up, [?]? You understand me? What up, Flow? Mills, Gutta, Stunna, you know What up, [?]? We out here [?]