M’$ (Single Version) lyrics

[Produced By: Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. co-produced by Mike Dean]

[Verse 1]
What's this I see? n*ggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me, it's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That's that sh*t, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that sh*t
You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?
Mothaf*cka better blast that sh*t
n*ggas drink quarts of the Clicquot (Uh)
b*tches sniff raw of the kilos (Uh)
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She know, went to ATL for my C-Note (Uh)
'Member, I ain't ever have no home (Yeah)
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home (Woo)
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones (Uh)
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" (Uh)
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right (Uh)
Yeah, you that sh*t, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that sh*t (Woo)
Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
Get all the b*tches jealous when you do that sh*t
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 n*ggas know the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
sh*t, I'm surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
[Pre-Chorus]
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 her with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Chorus]
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n*gga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n*gga
Talkin' bout M's

[Verse 2]
It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, n*gga
Talkin' 'bout M's
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M's, n*gga, talkin' 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M's, n*gga, talkin' 'bout M's
Finna go in, go ham like Em'
Flacko do him, tell them worry 'bout them (Woo)
But I don't even trip though
Bruh, bruh, yeah, I'm really with the sh*ts though
My, my, I get hypnotized when them hips go by
Those tits, those thighs (Right)
You that sh*t mhm, mhm, yeah, do that sh*t
Uh, do it like you got a point to prove to any chick
Any dudes that you that b*tch
[Pre-Chorus]
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 her with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Chorus]
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n*gga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n*gga
Talkin' bout M's
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n*gga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
n*gga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n*gga
Talkin' bout M's