M'$ (feat. Lil Wayne)

P.O

One time for A$AP Yams, let's go

What's this I see? **** tryna act like G's

Got A$AP, got Fergy with me, it's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas

That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit

(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?) Mothafucka better blast that shit

**** drink quarts of the Clicquot, bitches sniff raw of the kilos

Flacko makes sales of the perico, 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

Me and Yams made the plan, then I paid myself and I gave myself advance

Way before I became myself, I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man

It's like 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, mhm, mhm, 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, Texas throwed

Comma, I'm about decimals, chill and get faded I'm surprised that we made it

Young **** know the sky's the limit, all I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

Chill and get faded, shit, I'm surprised that we made it

Nowadays, stress overrated

All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded (Get shaded, get shaded, get shaded)

I wanna see you take it all off

And she just wanna make it harder

And we just end up takin' longer

Can't impress 'em with them diamonds, though, them diamonds

Talkin' about M's

Talkin' bout M's, ****, M's

Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's

****, talkin' bout M's

****, talkin' bout M's

****, talkin' bout M's

Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, ****

Talkin' bout M's

It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, ****

Talkin' 'bout M's

See the same thing all up in my bank account

M's, ****, talkin' 'bout M's

And my YouTube account say the same amount

M's, ****, talkin' 'bout M's

Money talk and dogs bark, I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed

Lambo, brand new Lambo with tiger stripes on it, call that bitch a golf cart

I'm out here, I'm so out here, I swear **** have no idea

I swear **** better wear riot gear

'Cause I appear, and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh

I re-up tonight, I'ma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight

**** D-up, I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time

Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight

Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside

Kill you and your dawg, then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life

Like you sneeze, you untight, you got beef, I got white

You got beef, I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink

I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes

I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice

That's that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price

I don't cheat on her price, try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot

I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock

And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?

S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e

'Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK, I eat seafood and steak

But girl, I'ma treat you like cake 'til I get a sweet tooth, tooth ache

But wait, let's talk about M's, not about them

I love my BM's, I love my YM, ain't no more CM

Let's pluck out the stems, let's fuck like a nymph

She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah

We them ****, handcuffing him, **** back up and skim ****

See that we strapped up, we cap up your brim ****

Fill my cup up to the rim ****, Tunechi