M&M’s lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway & Neice ‘Money’]
n*gga, my niece named ‘Money’, n*gga
”Shii, broke? Where ya’ll get that from?”
She know wassup, she know where it start at, n*gga
”Not me, broke”
She was brought ‘round trillions, n*gga
Bigger than life; largest
”M&M’s boy, M&M’s girl”
Le’ go

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
You a hustler n*gga water whip it
Gettin’ it out the bowl
“How you countin' up the milli's?”, n*gga
Put it on the road
She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass
Slidin' it down the pole
She f*ckin' on million dollar n*ggas
He f*ckin' on million dollar hoes
Them M&M's
His hoe done broke the meter
With them M&M's, on the low
Don't f*ck with no peon-n*ggas
I put them M&M's on the road
Me and my b*tch, Jay Z and Beyonce
Got them M&M's, on you hoes
I see them M&M’s, n*gga, Ray Charles, blindfold
[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
I’m back, trappin’ the ‘gill’ again
Whippin’ the bowl, like i’m Gillagan
f*cking around with the M&M
Got me taking them flights and them trips again
Thumbing' through nothing, but Benjamins
How can I, how can I help you, dear?
I only talk if there's a M’ in your ear
Your diamonds so clear, my madam, my dear
I fly out to Pizza, throw slices of ‘pizza’
Right next to Jay-Z, with dope-boy Mo’ney’fa
Better be careful, don't look at me B’
Type in your Google and look for Peewee-
Longway, I make you throw your thongs away (stuff crust it bae)
It's Peewee Longway, the blue M&M
My bank account sittin’ on M&M’s
The Benz I'm in is a concept
That b*tch ain't even drop, yet
My left pocket, some molly
Take off, like a rocket
Them hoes be sayin’, ‘they're sick of him’
I dress my b*tch and she sh*t on them
Her make-up bag, it say, ‘Celine’
They callin' that sh*t ridiculous

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
You a hustler n*gga water whip it
Gettin’ it out the bowl
“How you countin' up the milli's?”, n*gga
Put it on the road
She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass
Slidin' it down the pole
She f*ckin' on million dollar n*ggas
He f*ckin' on million dollar hoes
Them M&M's
His hoe done broke the meter
With them M&M's, on the low
Don't f*ck with no peon-n*ggas
I put them M&M's on the road
Me and my b*tch, Jay Z and Beyonce
Got them M&M's, on you hoes
I see them M&M’s, n*gga, Ray Charles, blindfold
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
MPA band camp got M&M
OG gas bags, we running through them
Put them Perc’s and lean all on the airplane
On the road, Longway, the blue M&M
And I don't f*ck around with no peon
Can't hit my weed, leave my weed alone
Big bird account get his egg beater on
Turn a deuce to a four, 9 to a half
Goddamn right, that’s Ms.Judy son
Trapper to a rapper, sellin’ verses with the bags
She made a quarter million on the pole, shakin' ass
Fishtailin' out a mansion, riot on my ass
Matte black Jag, squattin' on them Forgi’s
M&M got a n*gga VVS’s glass
Me and my main b*tch, Jay Z, Beyoncé’s
Spending M&M's all on the Ce-line
Spending M&M's just to f*ck Ri-Ri’
Dope di*king your b*tch, now she geeked
You claim you're hustlin’, where yo’ Mo’ney’fa then?
I got a big truck, full of OG in
Neighborhood Crip; OG Peewee
In L.A, Loccs call me, ‘C-Wee’
Them ain’t no racks in your pocket, that's seaweed
Big bank, no dubs on Peewee
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
You a hustler n*gga water whip it
Gettin’ it out the bowl
“How you countin' up the milli's?”, n*gga
Put it on the road
She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass
Slidin' it down the pole
She f*ckin' on million dollar n*ggas
He f*ckin' on million dollar hoes
Them M&M's
His hoe done broke the meter
With them M&M's, on the low
Don't f*ck with no peon-n*ggas
I put them M&M's on the road
Me and my b*tch, Jay Z and Beyonce
Got them M&M's, on you hoes
I see them M&M’s, n*gga, Ray Charles, blindfold

[Verse 3: Peewee Longway]
And my b*tch worth a milli'
Ray Charles, we're gettin’ it
Bounce that ass on the pole
f*ck up, on big bankroll
12-O’-Clock, bike; on Meek Mill’y
Jump my ass out in Philly
‘Longway-Blue M&M’, worth milli'
I'm double downed, with two semi's
Judge say, ‘I got a D-boy description’
She the reason I re-rock them chickens
In a new air, Guwop, fly crippin'
Yeah, we whippin’ up deuces, tryin’ to get a M&M
Apple juice, what we pourin' up the mud in
Jeremy Scott, what a young n*gga thuggin’ in
Wrist game got a n*gga like, "hey mane!”
Hey bae-bae, look at my blang blang
f*cking with the M&M, don't bank, bank
Cheif Keef, I bang, bang, bang, bang
These hoes on Longway, dang-dang
Versace diamonds in the motherf*ckin’ pinky ring
Mix-match designer, wear it with my Hermes
‘Bout them M&M, *brrrat brraat*, gun play
OG gas bags, boy, they on the runaway
You should've seen a n*gga, El Chapo face

[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
You a hustler n*gga water whip it
Gettin’ it out the bowl
“How you countin' up the milli's?”, n*gga
Put it on the road
She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass
Slidin' it down the pole
She f*ckin' on million dollar n*ggas
He f*ckin' on million dollar hoes
Them M&M's
His hoe done broke the meter
With them M&M's, on the low
Don't f*ck with no peon-n*ggas
I put them M&M's on the road
Me and my b*tch, Jay Z and Beyonce
Got them M&M's, on you hoes
I see them M&M’s, n*gga, Ray Charles, blindfold