Don't Know (feat. Mac Miller)

I got money on my mind, pussy on my line

I'm gettin' to a dollar, shawty, I ain't got the time

I got money on my mind, hustlers on my line

And that's just all the time so I stay out on my grind

I gotta drop this game on ya

Tell you somethin' that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might just hop this plane on ya, I be places that you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

We do this all over the world

I know people that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Yo, I'm smokin' cali chronic, mixin' my gin with tonic

Till I'm a monster like my pops, with shrimp and garlic

A glass of red wine got me tipsy

Push the engine to the red line, I'm goin' hard

All my **** doin' fed time

Would've been on the block with **** if I had time

But I'm too busy on the road

They got me back in mode

A hundred to the bone, gristle never cracked the code

Started out a dreamer, now my **** livin'

Till I ain't sleepin', drinkin' coffee with no creamer

Same same old, no key for the Beamer

Last year I was fresh, but this year I'm much cleaner

That's the sweet smell of success in the air

Came from the ghetto, gotta stress it so my message is clear

It's time to put the game back the way it was

Separate the suckas, motivate the thugs

I gotta drop this game on ya

Tell you somethin' that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might just hop this plane on ya, I be places that you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

We do this all over the world

I know people that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Got too much money on my mind, too much pussy on my line

See the way I fucked the game up shoulda been a crime

Ain't no fuckin' rookie, now you're lookin' at what's mine

I been dealin' with the future, you look a little behind

I keep a hundred, believe what you wanna

Was out there in Europe with Weezy and Stunna

You real with the people, the people, they love ya

You got your guy I'll believe in another, that's me

So tell me who you tryna be

Yeah, see me, I'll always be Pittsburgh presidential

Just so that left his vessel

Homie we on cruise control, movin' without pressin' pedals

How I'm feelin'? Never better, high as fuck with drugs

Since the old days, I dealt with pressure

Graduated from blunts

Spent seven hundred thousand last year, can you do that?

I asked myself how I got here just off a few raps

Still got the homies that I started with

I parted with a few of my partnerships

But we cool though

May the lord protect me

Fuck what you fuck with, you will respect me

I gotta drop this game on ya

Tell you somethin' that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I might just hop this plane on ya, I be places that you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

We do this all over the world

I know people that you don't know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't got no time, I'm too busy chasin' paper if you don't know

Oh, oh, oh, oh

I got money on my mind, pussy on my line

I'm gettin' to a dollar, shawty, I ain't got the time

I got money on my mind, hustlers on my line

And that's just all the time so I stay out on my grind