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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Lead Vocals
Domo Genesis
Domo Genesis
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
ScHoolboy Q
ScHoolboy Q
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernice Williams
Bernice Williams
Songwriter
Brett Bouldin
Brett Bouldin
Songwriter
Earl Edwards
Earl Edwards
Songwriter
Eugene Dixon
Eugene Dixon
Songwriter
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Songwriter
Louis Freeze
Louis Freeze
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Rupert Thomas Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Berg
Josh Berg
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Producer
SEVN Thomas
SEVN Thomas
Producer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
ID Labs
ID Labs
Producer
Sayez
Sayez
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Driving in my car somewhere, who knows
Who is coming up to my car? What?
I know **** think you white and you not 'bout to go in with these bars, my ****, but that is not the truth.
Word to God I take another shot of Hennessy if you don't go in right now and meet your fate right now, bruh
What the f****
[Verse 2]
Okay, okay
Yeah, the hustle continues, man
Okay, okay (You's a wild motherfucker, Mac)
[Verse 3]
So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag
[Verse 4]
When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker
Tryna be like all the people on television
They had all the bitches that I wanted, all the cars and all the extras
Anything money could buy, they was spending millions
[Verse 5]
I was tryna get to pimping, I was tryna blow up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, swear he need an exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no competition
Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians
[Verse 6]
You want to talk about your problems
Don't you wish the life you lived was motherfucking awesome?
Don't you wish you had all the pussy, too much money you could spend
You could get away and never see your shitty life again
[Verse 7]
So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag
[Verse 8]
We never done with this shit
Here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my shit
[Verse 9]
All my life I been a fuck up, never did anything right
That's why everyday I'm fucked up
Mama pray to Jesus Christ
Asking somebody to save me
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy)
[Verse 10]
All the kids doing drugs
They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck
Nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids)
Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is)
[Verse 11]
I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's spiritual
Got the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheel
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal
[Verse 12]
That's what I call a good morning
Your mom working extra job just to get you Jordans
Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh saying
I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important (I'm so gorgeous)
[Verse 13]
You got money in your pocket, you the shit
You got everything you want and bitches on your dick
Yeah, a couple grand got you feeling like the man
Everybody walking tall till they trip
[Verse 14]
They just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whip
Drive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shit
There's just something about the money, make a motherfucker crazy
When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn
[Verse 15]
So this the music that made white people mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Leave with everything 'cause everything is in the bag
[Verse 16]
We never done with this shit
Here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill
Keep on bumping my shit
[Verse 17]
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Written by: Bernice Williams, Brett Bouldin, Dixon Eugene Drake, Dominique Marquis Cole, Earl Edwards, Earl Edwards Sr., Eugene Dixon, Larry Muggerud, Louis Freeze, Malcolm McCormick, Rupert Thomas Jr.
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