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Mac Miller - Money Money Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
(Money)
I do it for the (For the money)
Yeah (Money, money)

[Verse 1: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
(Haha) It's all for the (Money), yeah
I spend it fast 'cause I get it back (Get it back)
Point Breeze, motherfucker, bet I'm reppin' that (Uh-huh)
I'm gettin' that, yeah, it's like that
Flippin' and zippin' and gettin' the chips (Oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, check the price tags (Yeah)
And you snitchin' motherfuckers, go and call the cops (Cops)
Cryin' 'cause your little bitch-ass got that molly wop
You sellin' weed, you a joke, you should probably stop (Bitch)
Just answer my call, get robbed up out your (Money; ha-ha)
I head to the mall to cop
Everything, I got that Rosie O'Donnell guap (Cheese)
Yeah, it's better than that bitch (Uh-huh)
And that's a fact, bitch (Hell yeah)
You throw my cash on the bed, it break the mattress
I used to not have shit (Have shit)
But this hustlin', this rap shit, added to my cash quick
Stack chips, spendin' 'em (Spendin' 'em)
Sexy hoes, message 'em (What's up, baby?)
Invite 'em over, introducin' 'em to Benjamin (Yeah)
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
If you 'bout your money, throw your hands to the sky
'Cause the cream gon' stand by your side
Get (Money), get that (Money) get that (Yeah)
And if you 'bout your dollars, put them hands in the air (For the money)
If you got enough money to share
Get (Money), get that (Money) get that (It's for the hustle; uh-huh)

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yeah, I'm rockin' clean clothes, fresh like, "Woah"
Me and all my dogs is winnin' best in show
Havin' sex with hoes, and I ask 'em for they name
Givin' twenty dollar bills to bums askin' for some change
Player, get your hustle up (Hustle up)
And don't come with no trouble stuff
You'll get jumped just like Double Dutch (Bitch)
I roll a double Dutch, proceed to huff and puff
I got a couple smuts to put they lips up by the nuts
They love the stuff, talkin' bad on 'em (Talkin' bad on 'em)
And if them hoes got clothes, throw some cash on 'em (Throw some cash on 'em)
I need them hoes with some titties and a ass on 'em (Big ass)
Flat-back bitches, I'ma pass on 'em (Yeah)
Money over hoes, on a money overflow
And hoes comin' in from the Poconos (Come on)
You know how it goes
It's for the cheddar, cheddar, cheese
If there's cake in my reach, then I better get a piece (Better get a piece)
[Chorus: Mac Miller & Donna Summer]
If you 'bout your money, throw your hands to the sky
'Cause the cream gon' stand by your side
Get (Money), get that (Money) get that (Yeah)
And if you 'bout your dollars, put them hands in the air (For the money)
If you got enough money to share
Get (Money), get that (Money) get that (It's for the hustle; yup)