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Beautiful Money
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Mac Miller
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These dead presidents old just like my grandpie But feel like a b*t*h with a fat ass All the lights and cameras flashin', I gotta flash it This money is beautiful, this money is beautiful Uh Swear I seen it all, I mean thousands, you made millions Fingers turn to colors from the euros that I'm countin' (Rainbow) You in the hood poutin', I'm sippin' on sour grapes Lookin' at my champagne glass with a Bill Cowher face (Woo) Mazel tov, no, really, she said, "Mazel tov" (For real) My life's monologue, words like Kellogg's (Kellogg's) 'Cause now my son is raised in brands You wouldn't understand how I came from a jam To sippin' on tea, eatin' [?] over jam From my auntiŠµ's basement, smellin' likŠµ a thousand grands Trap goin' ham, hot, dreams of a teardrop Moola Gang, we that gettin' money clan (Clan) Paint green on life's canvass My campus the incredible two state for a federal [?], it's all real, baby Get outta this, mane, Moola Gang My shoes cost a pretty penny Loafin' in them Jordan 11's, I don't do the pennies It don't matter if they black or white like Michael Sneakerheads ship them FedEx to they arrival A brother [?] I don't give no one credit They should apply more I shoulda only gave my ex sex like a side-whore Focused on the present, the past took a lot of me But that's what adds excitement to my biography This money, sexy life pinky Make your b*t*h do downstairs like a slinky You couldn't see my clique if I linked ya Links in my chain platinum like a Visa These are V, can't play defense in the V I'd rather be low-key with the keys to the city Gettin' moolah with the gang, we a G'd up committee Two handfuls of money like a C-cup of titties These dead presidents old just like my grandpie But feel like a b*t*h with a fat ass All the lights and cameras flashin', I gotta flash it This money is beautiful, this money is beautiful Yeah, havin' millions will be picture-perfect I know these people know the kid deserves it Got the sickest verses, spinnin' like it's written in cursive Twisted herb [?], lost, phone missin' service With all these clowns here, I feel like it's a circus Sippin' liquor got me spinnin' 'til I'm layin' on the bed Eyes in the back of my head, you see me After this bread, tryna get it like Bill Gates Flippin' mechandise and sellin' mixtapes When you wanna escape, boy, this piff great Full stomach though, an empty dinner plate Bunch of strippers goin' ham, dancin' in the cage You got no candles with your cake, you washed up You a d**kface, I bet your job sucks Who you f**kin' with? Not us You mad, haha
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