Lyrics of 'Hundred Dollar Bill Skyscraper (feat. Mac Miller)' by Big Sean

Now gimme everything I ask for or end up in a cast ho
Never slowing down that's why I'm gettin' paid fast-forward
Standing on my money, that's a cash flow (oh)
Smokin' medical, sippin' chemical I need a labcoat
From where they livin' off food stamps that's past poor
Thought about it as I got a stamp in my passport

Yeah I made it out, made it up, and I'll remain makin' it up
Never satisfied what I make, no such thing as makin' enough
Bitch I'm livin' like it's monopoly
Tryna dodge jail and I'm buyin' up the property
Yo wifey was down with monogamy, til' she started massagin' me
But you can have a dollar ho, blame it on the economy
A young player at the tip-top
Bitch niggas hatin', bad bitches wanna liplock
I could show you the ropes, since I got the game in a slipknot
From a city of G's I'm just the one that was picked out

Wake up in the morning, first thing
I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try and
Match my labor labor labor labor
Man every time they see me they say
Boy whatcha doin' (woah) boy whatcha doin', boy boy whatcha doin'
Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar bill skyscraper scraper scraper
Stackin' my paper

Bitch, unzip my pants fore you try and take them off
Open wide, say ah then you cough
See I got so many shows, think it's a season of Lost
Get money uniform, you can see I'm on my job
Ah damn, bitch you better stand in your lane
All my jams are so insane, you just Danity Kane
Straight pussy, and no balls
Rockin' jeans and thug sandals, that's a faux pas
Have em all like - oh God, every time we showin' off

True players what we is and true players don't dissolve
They evolve into a Gotti, was illa then you thought you was
Now we in Bugattis ridin' shotty when we shoppin' for some good shit
I don't claim no hood shit
But I guarantee you I ain't on that Hollywood shit
Hey, unless it's chilling up at Holiday Hills
And that's sixteen bars, all of em ill (what)

Say say say
True players what we is and true players don't dissolve
Wake up in the morning, first thing
I need is my paper paper paper paper
Ya might pass out and die if ya try
And match my labor labor labor labor
Man every time they see me they say
Boy whatcha doin' (woah) boy whatcha doin', boy boy whatcha doin'
Bitch I'm tryna build a hundred dollar
Bill skyscraper scraper scraper Stackin' my paper