Mhm Mhm lyrics

[Intro]
C-D-O-T, man
(Noah in his bag, b*tch) Honcho, ha-ha
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Ha-ha)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Honcho gang Cdot, you know what the f*ck going on, man)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (This still the motherf*cking takeover)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (I'm in this b*tch, everything, and you know what the f*ck going on, ayy)

[Chorus]
Ayy, you know how we rolling, we deep, got a problem with one of us, you got a problem with all of us
Speaking of problems, I got 'em wit b*tches, they mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (Brrt)
Speaking of calling, it's finna be yours (Ha-ha), better respect me, or God finna call 'em up (Graow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores (Uh), autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn)

[Verse 1]
How I run to that money, I should have been sore, huh (Yoom)
I hit a lot of hoes, you probably know 'em (Ha-ha), better yet, one of em probably is yours, huh (Yeah)
Nah, I'm lying I knew she was yours, I was on IG, I hit that explore (Ayy)
I know why n*ggas don't like me, I've been stuffing my di*k in the hoes they tend to adore, huh (Ugh)
It ain't bout money, I tend to ignore (Uh)
She can't suck di*k, I Tinder ignore (Uh)
Run in your crib, we finna explore
Whatever pop out, we gon' drop to the floor (Graow, graow)
Yup, I'm smoking exotic, zip and a pint in my door
Call me Honcho the Plumber, finna come lay down pipe on your whore (Ew, b*tch)
[Interude]
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Ayy, man, look)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (This sh*t just really getting started, man)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (When I say it's still a motherf*cking takeover, it's still a motherf*cking takeover)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (This sh*t finna be going on all day)

[Chorus]
Ayy, you know how we rolling, we deep, got a problem with one of us, you got a problem with all of us
Speaking of problems, I got 'em wit b*tches, they mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (Brrt)
Speaking of calling, it's finna be yours (Ha-ha), better respect me, or God finna call 'em up (Graow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores (Uh), autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn)

[Verse 2]
And I'm dripped from the bottom up (Fact)
Your ho trying to give that lil' bottom up (Ew)
.44 Bulldog, don't make me walk 'em up
They probably will eat 'em up
You can put all y'all jewelry together to one of my pieces, it ain't enough (Ayy)
I might hit both of them b*tches together, 'cause one-on-one with them just ain't enough (Ew)
You say you get money, ain't got sh*t to show, it ain't adding up (Uh-uh)
Play with that money, we'll find you, like they unlocking a iPhone, they sliding up (Skrrt)
Your ho let me get right behind her, she a freak (Damn), she asking me, can I tie her up? (Ha-ha)
But to be honest, I'm tired of her
So as soon as that money hit me, she can know it's bye-bye to her

[Interlude]
Mhm, mhm, mhm (Ayy, man, I'm done talking, man, I'ma let everything speak for itself, man)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (I'ma let my work speak for itself)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (I'ma let this ice speak for itself)
Mhm, mhm, mhm (See them b*tches talking a little bit right there? Ha-ha)
[Chorus]
Ayy, you know how we rolling, we deep, got a problem with one of us, you got a problem with all of us
Speaking of problems, I got 'em wit b*tches, they mad, I f*ck 'em, and then never call 'em up (Brrt)
Speaking of calling, it's finna be yours (Ha-ha), better respect me, or God finna call 'em up (Graow)
We gon' let every shell rip through your pores (Uh), autopsy say he got hit from the bottom up (Damn)