Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Confessions Of A Cash Register lyrics

rate me

(feat. Prodigy)


Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah (Yeah)

Check that out (That's right)

Check that out (That's right)

Check me out (Check me out)

Yeah, (Yeah),


Dom P, (Dom P)

Mac (Mac)

Yeah (Yeah)

All I got for these niggas is X, bleeders, and slugs,

All I got for this bitches is big dick and drugs,

Alcohol and guns, when we scared now you got it thug

Smart enough to chill the fuck out,

Until it's time to dump,

Release so much rage in such a short space,

I put your face in your cornflakes, mob style

You gave them Gomer Pyle, your honey want a nigga hold it down,

Put nigga she love my style, I knock the cat out,

Nigga I'm pulling new thunzer

Nigga is that your bitch?

I took that back to the casa

I'm always pulling the heists, I can't help that,

Bitches wanna know what that roby like,

With just one night I'm blowing mind to get low,

It's too much dough out here to be broke,

So I hit the curb then if you corny's are bumping this shit here,

Turn all the way up, Nigga's gettin robbed tonight, let's be clear,

Come up, off of them things and nigga's gon' die tonight,

I leave you here,

you give me your valuables, no funny moves I swear, uh.

Man walked in with a smile on his face,

and a loaded 45 in his hands

Told the clerk, "Don't move"

I didn't come here to shoot,

But I will, so you must understand, bang

Shots in the air no time to waste,

Been doing drugs all day now it's mind erase,

Fuck the register, better find the safe,

Get the money, hit his homies up, and congregate

I need bread, my kid need, to be fed, this is a recession going to depression

I ain't done said it, cause I ain't done with it,

Gotta be f*cked up to make it to the top, what the money at?

Could be next, to me death, and vanish,..till one day will manage

Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids need straight,

Let me call Rick Moranis

1-2 get a crib in Atlantis, knock a bitch out cold, she Rick Manvis

Tell Dorothy we ain't in Kansas, living in this world but we don't understand it, no

Bullshit, you can't sell that, all these kids who get held back,

My cup filled, and my "L" fat, and we just want Dave Chapelle back,

Let me tell that, I'm coming through the function with something you discuss it for discussion

yep that's alchimist production, little bit of Larry Fish,

yeah it's nothin.

God vs man, Line vs Land, competition ain't shit,

I'ma treat you all like my bitch,

So start by suckin this dick.

Thanks to SilentBirdsdale for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Pablo for correcting these lyrics

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