Lyrics:

[Skit: Mac Miller & Domo Genesis]
Driving in my car, Sunday afternoon, chillin'
(*mumbling*) Who is coming up to my car? What?
I know niggas think you white
And you not bout to go in with these bars, my nigga (uhh)
But that is not the truth (okay)
Word to God I take another shot of Hennessy
If you don't go in right now
And meet your fate right now, bruh
What the fu...

[Intro: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
Okay, okay
Yeah, the hustle continues, man
Okay, yeah
You's a wild motherfucker, Mac

[Hook: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
So this the music that made white people mad
Make 'em mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag
In the bag

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
When I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfucker
Tryna be like all the people on the television
They had all the bitches that I wanted
All the cars and all the extras
Anything money could buy, they was spending millions (cash)
I was tryna get to pimping
I was tryna blow up talking demolition
That boy got the devil in him, swear he need an exorcism
I'm all by myself, got no competition
Keep it real in a world that's filled with politicians
You want to talk about your problems
Don't you wish the life you lived was motherfucking awesome
Don't you wish you had all the pussy?
Too much money you could spend?
You could get away and never see your shitty life again?

[Hook: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
So this the music that made white people mad
Make 'em mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag
In the bag

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill, keep on bumping my shit

[Verse 2: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
Yeah, all my life I been a fuck up, never did anything right
That's why everyday I'm fucked up
Momma pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ)
Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy)
But I'm way too motherfucking crazy
No one can save that boy
Yeah, all the kids is doing drugs (Drugs)
They just want to break the law and find someone to fuck
They wanna find someone to fuck
Yeah, nobody doing as they told, little bad ass kids
Yeah, everyone out of control, fuck it, that's just how it is
I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracle
Every time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's spiritual (It's holy)
Got the whip that say 'wealthy'
On my steering wheel (brand new car)
Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal
That's what I call a good morning
Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans
Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh saying
'I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important'
I'm so gorgeous
You got money in your pocket, you the shit (you the shit)
You got everything you want
And bitches on your dick (on your dick)
Yeah, a couple grand got you feeling like the man
Everybody walking tall til they trip
They just cut the check
You had to go and cop the whip (cop the whip)
Drive up to your ex's crib
And tell her she ain't shit (you ain't shit)
There's just something about the money
Make a motherfucker crazy
When I die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn

[Hook: Mac Miller & Juicy J]
So this the music that made white people mad
Make 'em mad
Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out
This the shit you dream about
You can know the world is up for grabs
Up for grabs
Leave with everything cause everything is in the bag
In the bag

[Post-Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit
I ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't trip
It's amazing all the shit that I be coming up with
Shit is real, tell 'em chill, keep on bumping my shit

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit
Bumping my shit

[Outro: ScHoolboy Q & Mac Miller]
Coming!
Aye, open up! Aye! Yea, that's right
Yea, aight. Nigga, these niggas got me fucked up
Who? Who do I gotta call? Who?
Yeah, nigga I'm fucked
Oh we gonna take care of this right
Listen to me, nigga can't park the car
Nigga can't go to the store (Tell me about it)
Nigga can't, nigga can't text his homie on the phone no more
I didn't talk about nigga, that's the ticket
Well, that is dangerous
Nigga I just got my Ls last week, but anyway
You just got your license?
Niggas pulled me over (yeah) asked me for my license and registration (right)
I give '?em my license and registration (As you should)
And he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed
Nigga you asked for my license and registration
Of course I smell like weed, nigga I smoke weed!