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Mac Miller - Paper Route (Feat. Chevy Woods)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mac Miller
Mac Miller
Vocals
Chevy Woods
Chevy Woods
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Lee Woods
Kevin Lee Woods
Songwriter
Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
Songwriter
Zachary Raymond Vaughan
Zachary Raymond Vaughan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Jerm
Big Jerm
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Eric Dan
Eric Dan
Mixing Engineer
Sayez
Sayez
Producer

Lyrics

You thirsty? I'm fuckin' dehydrated, yo Chevy, please let me roll this weed up This the main event so watch the people pull they seats up Bottle of some gin, let's just hit a couple freaks up I'ma take one home and have her singing like the Glee Club Never on no cheap stuff Here we got expensive taste Green lights, never press the brakes You can look at us roll All the kush that we blow So you know I'm at the shows looking good for these hoes Got they man on patrol Shorty wanna live it up Playing hard to get but she wanna give it up Yeah, you smoking good, but we probably smoking better 151, taking shots with no Beretta Know me homie, I'm the king You could watch me do my thing With a drink getting drunk, having one night flings This is Pittsburgh, home of the six rings We getting money now, all we hear is, "Chi-ching" And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road Cool ass, fly around, chillin', young fool Gin cup sipping, that's me, that's what I do I got the gang in my bloodstream, strong how I'm living And I'm G'd up, so now they just throw away the kitten, it's real I swear you hella bad, the youngin Mac told me about you But we cool, if you stuck up, we can go without you We on this money, he schoolin', you know I be the block I swear the homie got a gift so he don't need the block Zig Zag papers, kingsize Smoking, chilling, in angry cars, mean rides Pops was a hustler and Moms ran track So tell me what you get in me when you mix that? I just sit back, light mines And middle finger you suckers with my nice rhymes So whether home or on the road We getting dough, it follows us everywhere that we go And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road And we do anything to get this paper So they follow everywhere we go So for the bullshit, we ain't got later 'Cause we out here on this road
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Zachary Raymond Vaughan, Kevin Lee Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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