Video How 2 Make It In America Feat Mac Miller de Yg 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Yg - How 2 Make It In America Feat Mac Miller Lyrics

Okay my name yg and I came to play
Fuck, then I bust a nut, n I aim her face
Yeah I'm a real nigga, I ain't got time to fake
The glock like a fan, ha blow ya mind away
I'm on my grind told my momma fuck a 9-5
I get money fuck bitches that's my alibi

I'm laughing in ya bitches pussy like hahahahahaha
But anyways I'm getting paid, yeah I get it how I'm living
Treat the game like a spider in my house, I gotta get her
Okay big dick bandit, yeah ya bitch know
We outside smokin that indo, and my
Momma bends em, an my momma bends them
I'm a keep young nigga, n my momma frenso
Give her a bottle of cirroc, n her [?] peeled
N if she ain't fuckin throw her out the windshield

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie
Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high
An I can show you how to make it in america
How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches
Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living
Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]

Uh, a 100 thousand in the briefcase, like I won a sweepstakes
Party with aristocratic bitches bring the cheese plate
I really am this, and it just seem great
Weight of the world on my shoulders till my knees break
Give em' e pills, tell em be still
I got them donuts for ya n they cream filled
Got them expensive flows and extensive flows
Designer brands that you never own

A second phone that I'm never on
Eating filetminone from her resturaunt
And that's pussy, and I prefer money
Yeah it's mac miller yg fo hunnid
So hit my up with that dutch to split
You mad that lil white boy fucked ya bitch
Never time ya better cuff yo chick
Cause she ain't ever gonna get enough of this

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie
Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high
An I can show you how to make it in america
How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches
Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living
Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]

Okay I'm riding threw the city with the top down
That's the first day of summer niggas hot now
I got bars that put you on lockdown
This ain't the weight room but my niggas got pounds
I hit the block then I bounce
She a young nigga gon', just get yo bitch quit blowing up my phone
What the fuck is going on, tell that bitch leave me alone
She only good when my whipper in her thong

Okay I meet a bitch, beat a bitch
Fucked her then I leave a bitch
Fucked her with the lights off she ain't even see the dick
N if she looked bad you know I'm a eat a bitch
Now she all on a nigga like cheetah print
I'm on mars n my flow on jupiter, wrist go dumb but my chain go stupider
I'm the shit bitch I have yo niggas stupider
Now heavenly father please protect me from lucifer

Real nigga, real nigga, I ain't ever lie
Change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
Here that nigga puff puff, now that nigga hella high
An I can show you how to make it in america
How ya ride, how ya ride, on 24 inches
Hotel room we keep 24 bitches, yup this how I'm living
Nigga ya never change the price, living fast [?]