[Intro: Mac Miller]
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Yeah, ayy, Jerm, Jerm
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Yeah, ah, ah
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[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
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Ah, Im the muhfuckin greatest, yall dont know that yet
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I dont need your money, you can hold that check
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At the crib in some Polo sweats
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I dont need a ho, thats what the hoes dont get, woah (Woo)
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Im on my worst behavior (Woo)
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Bad side piece with the pertinent flavor (Woo)
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Muhfuckers never loved us
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Comin for your money, muhfucker, dont trust us (Nah)
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Uh, you aint shit
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Bought a brand new crib, yeah, I move that brick (Okay)
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I dont want nothin with your doo-doo clique (Okay)
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Treat her like a dog how I do that bitch, uh
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Done doin promo (Promo)
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And its still motherfuckin Most Dope (Most Dope)
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Made a couple million off a brand
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Muhfucker, we aint even got a logo, uh
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Bitch, you better have my money (Must be feelin myself)
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I dont see anybody but me (Plan on killin myself)
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Keepin shit too real (Keepin shit too real)
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See a muhfucker like me gettin money (How does it feel?)
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Already been but Im back for more
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Insomniac, I dont know what I got a mattress for
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Insomniac, I dont know what I got a mattress for
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Dont sleep
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[Chorus: Mac Miller]
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
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(Look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
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(Bitch I dont speak French, look bitch, dont try and speak around me)
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac (Oh, hello Q)
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Yeah, yeah, said, said
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[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
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Im a maniac, crazy, act insane
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Think I might need a cage in fact
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Chain reactions happen when I make a pact
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A psycho, God made me that
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‘Cause I fade to black, I gets down like a plane attack
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You muhfuckers just made me laugh
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Ha ha, God damnit, this ain’t a drill, do not panic
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Let me see how loud you scream (Argh)
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Im off the map, muhfuckas start lookin
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But theyre never gonna see where I be
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She only speak French
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Said “Bitch look, dont try and speak around me”
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And I dont sleep at all
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If you on that bullshit, I aint gonna be involved
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Shit, shit, shit
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I could make a million puttin my lyrics on a tee (Woah)
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Fearless, Jet Li, fourth quarter, Gretzky
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Take your bitch, Joe Pesci, dont test me
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Dont flex if you aint got shit on me
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And, you aint got shit on me, come get it
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(Come get it, come, come get it, come, come)
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Jar full of fresh white snow, bag full of unleaded
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I dont get enough credit (Get enough credit, woah)
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Dont sleep
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[Interlude: Rick Ross]
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M-M-M-M-M-M
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They done fucked up, huh?
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The biggest bezzle, huh?
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The don, Ricky Farrakhan, huh?
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M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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My weed burnin, my chain glitter
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Hes self made, Mac Miller my real nigga
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Fuck who dont like it, bitch, come see me
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Fuck who dont like it, hitta, hitta, hitta
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G-G-G-Gettin money so complicated, Im the shit, Im constipated
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Yo baby mama, straight G, let me use the crib to mail all the weed
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California, Atlanta, white girl in a black Phantom
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My top down, mid-December, ride with a big black fat nigga
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Krispy Kreme then its chicken wings, introduce, different things
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Jet skis and the best weed, think its fake? Bitch, test me
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Im jet-lagged, dont need a stylist, pants sag, Jimmy Fallon
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Blowin green in the green room, Def Jam like, “Boss really wildin'”
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Yeah, they hate but wont box a nigga
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Bought the estate from a boxer nigga
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Paranoid, Im walkin round
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Im butt naked with my chopper, nigga (Huh)
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My chopper, nigga (Huh)
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Hahahahaha, Im butt naked with my chopper, nigga
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[Chorus: Mac Miller]
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Said Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
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(Look bitch, don’t try and speak around me)
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
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(Bitch I dont speak French, look bitch, dont try and speak around me)
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
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Im an insomniac, a muhfuckin insomniac
