Lyrics of M's

What's this i see?
Niggas tryna act like gs
Got a$ap, got fergy with me
It's a new day, no black eyed peas
That's that shit
Yeah that's that shit
(you ain't got no flacko in your serato?)
Mothafucka better flash that shit
Niggas drink (?) of the clicquot
Bitches sniff rows of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the flico
She knows, went to atl for my c-note
'member, i ain't ever have no home
Now i got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when i was rockin' least (2 chainz!!!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Millionaire, made the plan
Then i paid myself and i gave myself an advance
Way before i became myself
I'd like to thank myself because i made myself the man
Say lately i ain't myself
I'd rather hang myself before i play myself
I tell her, "throw on the dress with the pinstripes"
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah you that shit
Mhmm, mhmm, yeah move that shit
Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, take this slow
Comma, i'm about decimals
Chill and get faded
Shit, surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky's the limit
All i ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All i ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder

And we just finna take it longer
Get impressive with them diamonds though, them diamonds

Talkin' about m's
Talkin' bout m's nigga, m's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout m's nigga
Talkin' bout m's

It's like lately all i seem to think about is m's, nigga
Talkin' 'bout ms
See the same thing all up in my bank account
Ms, nigga, talkin' 'bout ms
And my youtube account say the same amount
Ms, nigga, talkin' 'bout ms

Finna go in, go ham like em
Flacko do hen, 'till i'm worried 'bout them
But i don't even trip though
Bruh bruh, yeah i'm really with the shits though
My my, i get hypnotized when them hips go by
Those tits, those thighs (right)
You that shit
Mhmm, mhmm, yeah do that shit
Do it like you got a point to prove to any chick
Any dudes that you that bitch

I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just finna take it longer
Get impressive with them diamonds though, them diamonds

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Talkin' about m's
Talkin' bout m's nigga, m's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Nigga, talkin' bout m's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout m's nigga
Talkin' bout m's