Big Sean Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho

Never slowing down that’s why I’m gettin’ paid fast-forward

Standing on my money, that’s a cash flow (oh)

Smokin’ medical, sippin’ chemical I need a labcoat

From where they livin’ off food stamps that’s past poor

Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport

Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I’ll remain makin’ it up

Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin’ enough

Bitch I’m livin’ like it’s monopoly

Tryna dodge jail and I’m buyin’ up the property

Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til’ she started massagin’ me

But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy

A young player at the tip-top

Bitch niggas hatin’, bad bitches wanna liplock

I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot

From a city of G’s I’m just the one that was picked out

[Hook: Big Sean]

Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper

Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor

Man every time they see me they say

Boy whatcha doin’ (woah) boy whatcha doin’, boy boy whatcha doin’

Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper

Stackin’ my paper

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off

Open wide, say ah then you cough

See I got so many shows, think it’s a season of Lost

Get money uniform, you can see I’m on my job

Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane

All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane

Straight pussy, and no balls

Rockin’ jeans and thug sandals, that’s a faux pas

Have em all like – oh God, every time we showin’ off

True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve

They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was

Now we in Bugattis ridin’ shotty when we shoppin’ for some good shit

I don’t claim no hood shit

But I guarantee you I ain’t on that Hollywood shit

Hey, unless it’s chilling up at Holiday Hills

And that’s sixteen bars, all of em ill (what)

Say say say

True players what we is and true players don’t dissolve [x6]

[Hook: Big Sean]

Wake up in the morning, first thing I need is my paper paper paper paper

Ya might pass out and die if ya try and match my labor labor labor labor

Man every time they see me they say

Boy whatcha doin’ (woah) boy whatcha doin’, boy boy whatcha doin’

Bitch I’m tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper

Stackin’ my paper