Mac Miller
Confessions of a Cash Register
[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 n***as
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, n***a; hold it down
Hood n***a, she love my style
I knocked the cat out, n***a
I'll pull a Lufthansa
N***a, 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
N***as getting robbed tonight; let's be clear
Come up off of them things
A n***a gone die tonight, I leave you here
You give me your valuables (Uh...)
No funny moves, I swear (Uh)
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
A man walked in with a smile on his face
And a loaded .45 in his hand (In his hand)
Told the clerk, "Don’t move; I didn't come here to shoot
But I will, so you must understand", Bang!
Shots in the air, no time to waste
Been doin' drugs all day, now his mind erased (Gone)
Fuck the register, he better find the safe
Get the money, hit his homies up, and congregate (Uh-huh)
I need bread, my kid need to be fed
This is a recession, goin' through depression (Whoa)
I ain't done sinnin' 'cause I ain't done winnin' (No)
Gotta be fucked up to make it to the top, where the money at?
Could be next to meet death and vanish
Work at CVS, and one day you’ll manage (You'll manage)
Rejects, emotionally damaged
You kids need a shrink, let me call Rick Moranis (Okay)
Want to get a crib in Atlantis ('lantis)
Knock a bitch out cold, she Rick Rambis (Whoa)
Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas (No)
Livin' in this world, but we don't understand it (Whoa), no
Bullshit, you can't sell that (Nope)
All these kids who get held back (Yep)
My cup filled, and my L fat
Thinkin', "We just want Dave Chappelle back"
Run and tell that
I'm comin' through the function with a somethin' too disgustin' for discussion (Whoa)
Yep, that's Alchemist on production
Little bit of Larry Fish, yeah, it's nothin', uh (Haha)
God vs. man (Man), lion vs. lamb (Lamb)
Competition ain't shit (Ain't shit)
I'ma treat you all like my bitch (My bitch)
You can start by sucking this dick
Biotch
*Gunshot*