I Don't Trust These Bitches

[Mac Miller & Future:]
Pajama pants, shirt off, chest naked
Got up in this polo wear, homie
Mac (Percy here), yeah
Okay (Check it)
Okay

I made a movie and I made another one night before (Whoa)
I get money like I never got this money before (Whoa)
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no (No)
And I don't trust these bitches (I don't trust these bitches)
I made a movie and I made another one night before
I get money like I never got this money before
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no (Ladies and gentlemen)
And I don't trust these bitches

[Mac Miller:]
Yeah, said I'm a motherfucking pioneer
He is I and I am here
Everything become a blur, feel like I've been high for years
Homie, I'll be hiding here, the moon is out, the sky is clear
'Bout to run the streets, tell the feds to get the riot gear (Whoa)
Coming to destroy it all, burn it to the ground
With a middle finger up and my hand on my nut sack (Whoa)
A light skin bitch to hide my drugs in her butt crack (Gimme that back)
We getting money, tell me, "Slow down," saying, "Fuck that" (Fuck that)
Soaring in the '81 DeLorean, we riding out
All these bitches tryna audition, I be like Simon Cowell (Yeah, you're horrible)
Never wind it down, for a better time is now
Swear I be killing myself, I feel like Private Pyle (Ch-che, blaow)
Keep my rice in Chinatown, guess I'm going Hollywood
Pittsburgh blood in my veins, in there I'm always good (Always)

Most Dope soldier, thought I told you it's forever (Uh-huh)
You don't need a picture, just remember

[Future & Mac Miller:]
I made a movie and I made another one night before (Uh-huh)
I get money like I never got this money before (Woo, woo)
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no
And I don't trust these bitches (And I don't trust these bitches, no)
I made a movie and I made another one night before
I get money like I never got this money before
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no
And I don't trust these bitches

[Mac Miller:]
Again, okay, okay
Two days with no sleep, my eyes wide shut (Shut)
Yeah, I started in the nosebleeds, now the homies got floor seats (Whoa)
I'm still rocking Only, I gave Clock the Rollie with the blue face (Okay, okay)
Threw away my Louis V suitcase, it's everything Ralph, no BB gun (Voilà)
A bitch to hold it down all the time, yeah, I keep me one
Mac Foley to the mankind (Yeah), game on landmine (Yeah)
Trouble on my damn mind (Yeah)
Hit me on the landline (Bing, woo)
I'm Ric Flair before the thin hair (Woo)
Read Bukowski naked in a lambskin chair, stunting
Something for your bitch ass
So tell me why your girl look exactly like Sinbad, damn (Bad, bad)
They probably wanna put me in rehab (Meh)
Rather be somewhere off the coast fishing sea bass (Reel 'em in)

[Mac Miller & Future:]
Most Dope soldier, thought I told you it's forever (Woo)
You don't need a picture, just remember (Let's go, woo)

I made a movie and I made another one night before
I get money like I never got this money before (Uh-huh)
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no
And I don't trust these bitches (I don't trust these bitches)
I made a movie and I made another one night before (Alright)
I get money like I never got this money before (Okay)
I need to check myself into a rehab, but no
And I don't trust these bitches

[Mac Miller:]
Yeah, free-free Suge Knight
Yeah, 'scuse me, we ain't being so polite
Sleeping by the street lights