Want My M’s lyrics

[Intro]
This money came in now your b*tch want at me
This money came in now your b*tch want at me
(Squat made the beat)

[Verse 1]
Woo, hoppin' in a jet, yeah
I don't really tweet but you know I gotta keep it blue check, yeah
Model b*tch key ass ring gonna fly to Quebec, yeah
My OG pull up with the MAC like, b*tch, you guessed it
You know who pull off a check yeah
I'ma need it all, ain't takin' no less
Bad little b*tch wanna give me that neck
Rockin' that double G like that sh*t Guess
Said she gotta friend then be my guest
Low par plays it ain't safe where we play
Big blue fade put it in the shade like motherf*ckin' bank

[Refrain]
Gram after gram, aye
Icing on the rims, aye
'Bout to shoot a film, aye
Stackin' that cheese, told my team, yeah we here
I want some Gs, stuck on my jeans to go with my Ms

[Chorus]
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
[Verse 2]
I just wanna f*ck on her face
That's bout a M for a Wraith, yeah
I might just shut down the place, yeah
I gotta pick up my pace, yeah
I run a full fleck for them bands, yeah
Kap, G a running back, uh
My shooters come for your sack, uh
JB sipping on the act, yeah
South-side on the map, yeah
I'm f*cking that on a net
Magic city make it clap, uh
pus*y boy don't give me dap, nah
My Gucci, advantage
My car's not rented, yeah
Put that drink in my cup
Kap G a Actor, Rapper and a Chemist
Free my boy with the sentence
Had to handle his business
And my b*tch is Brazilian
Told Jessie let's go get these millions
No matter what they gonna hate, yeah
I'm the brown Bill Gates, uh
f*ck a long weave straight, uh
Gimme dome in the Wraith, uh
[Refrain]
Gram after gram, aye
Icing on my rings, aye
How much are you spending, yeah
Look at my neck that Fiji
I could've bought a Benz
Put some VVs on my teeth, to go with my Ms

[Chorus]
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms

[Bridge]
And I want them Ms, dog
And a rack that's 10 tall
And I'm balling like Chris Paul
This rap sh*t got me rich dog
We ain't never had sh*t dog
Turn myself to a big dog
I ain't got time to waste dog
To bust down go tick-tock
[Chorus]
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms
I want my Ms, want my Ms