Lyrics of 'He Who Ate All The Caviar' by Mac Miller

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{mac miller}
Uh, i made more than this money (woah)
Don't label me as no business (no)
Came up in this country (yeah)
Started out in the civic (yeah)
Pray for rain till it's money (money)
Praying more than just sunday (sunday)
Eating good, i'm still hungry
Left no evidence on these dishes (clean)
Watching movies, no sound (nope)
Smoking weed in this dopehouse (dope)
And my bítch coked out
Smoke loud when she go down (suck a dick, bítch)
Damn, this the life (life)
Riding on gary fisher bikes
Know the kid is nice
Piece of cake, you won't get a slice (bítch)
Time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife (oh)
Find a sip, bottle sprite (oh)
High as shit, blind a bítch, dynamite (bang)
Bítch tell me what your problems like
(i wanna know, for real, i just wanna know)
Just got the pipe, we could talk all night, sike

{hook}
I get money, i fück hoes
I wear really nice clothes, i
Go to the club and buy all patrón (all of it)
I get a lot of bítches who love to suck my dick (bítch)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherfücking rich
(i'm so motherfücking rich)

I get money, i fück hoes
I wear really nice clothes, i (bítch)
Go to the club and buy all patrón (cash, motherfücker)
I get a lot of bítches who love to suck my dick (slüt-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherfücking rich
(i'm so motherfücking rich)

{mac miller}
Why the fück did i start this? (huh)
Now i'm spitting retarded (huh?)
That bassline made that
That's the hardest (yeah, it is)
Regardless, i could get this yardage (yeah)
Cause i'm a quarterback
Bítch, gimme my quarter back (now)
Change vending machine, make it rain (wow)
Buying out the whole bottom floor
Buying out the whole bottom drawer (wow)
Buying out the whole bottom row
There's ice in my mouth right now
Meech, you that shit, bítch, i'm cold (woah)
Yeah, i'm cold all you rappers you old
Don't go to award shows www.eliterics.com
Cause they smell like nursing homes (gross)
Yeah, never wanna get nominated
Yeah, i do, i'm just pissed i haven't got nominated

{hook}
I get money, i fück hoes
I wear really nice clothes, i
Go to the club and buy all patrón (all of it)
I get a lot of bítches who love to suck my dick (bítch)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherfücking rich
(i'm so motherfücking rich)

I get money, i fück hoes
I wear really nice clothes, i
Go to the club and buy all patrón (cash, motherfücker)
I get a lot of bítches who love to suck my dick (slüt-ass hoes)
I made a lot of money
I'm real motherfücking rich
(i'm so motherfücking rich)

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