Mac Miller - Futuristic Funk Lyrics
Futuristic Funk
Yeah, yeah,
And it goes like:
Hey, hey, hey, hey
And I tell them fuck you if you hate me,
Fuck you, we makin’ money bitch!
That's really all I've gotta say,
I'mma just start rapping and shut the fuck up! BLAW!
I said they're acting like they better,
But they never been the shit,
How’s it feel to have a hundred thousand people on your dick?
Well, it feels good; homie, you should probably try it,
If you never rocked a sold out show, then keep quiet!
I gets busy on the track working double time,
Trying to find a foreign pussy just to put my tongue inside
I be on the top of the charts, you just an underline
Tearin’ through the streets all these hatin’ suckers run inside
Furious, fool probably wanna come and stomp me out,
Man they got a girl, and I'm all that bitch talks about
But getting money since I walked around my father's house
Now dad’s be coppin’ shirts when I come and take their daughters out.
Paper come in large amounts to me like it should,
Surf and turf shit sink my teeth in somethin’ good.
They mad I ain’t hood nah, I came to party hardy
Grillin’ at me but I smile back bitch, party hard
Chorus:
Come on down, grab your girl, make me spin her around,
Ain't no other mother fucker getting the people this round,
So what you want, some futuristic funk?
Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?
We those kids, getting cheese on some cheetos shit.
Just fuck her for tonight, then we leave that bitch.
So what you want, some futuristic funk?
Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?
So you probably heard I rap a ton, having fun,
Never have I had a gun, vomit when I spit,
Like I devoured something bad for lunch.
Try to figure out the way to get me rich,
I have a hunch like Velma up in Scooby Doo, confusing like a rubric cube
I usually don't do this, I'd be stupid just a nuisance
All you seem the hear about, I’m in your ear q-tip
Yeah that dude sick sleeve with a few tricks, breath in a huge spliff
Weed come in 2-zips you light it then I burn it like a furnace when the herb hits.
Like it cause I earn it smoking good..(?)turnips
Bitch I'm falling from the sky like bird shit,
Make a movie everywhere I go, call me earnest!
Chorus:
Come on down, baby girl, make me spin around,
Ain't no other mother fucker getting the people this round,
So what you want, some futuristic funk?
Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?
We those kids, getting cheese on that cheetos shit
Just fuck her for tonight, then we leave that bitch.
So what you want, some futuristic funk?
Tell me what you want, a little futuristic funk?
