MMM lyrics

Chorus

Stressing my ex, me and your mains in the whip
I ain't tryna flex, I don't wanna take no pic
Ain't getting money and I heard you try blame your clique
Talk to the plug, he might just save your strip
X2

Verse 1

Back on my sh*t, back on my grind and gritty
No cologne and all my clothes look sh*tty (eurgh!)
Most my friends in jail and the rest turn nitty
Some land soon but a few won't be home till 50

That's real life gangland sh*t, you won't see on Insta
All drip no cap, real rap I'll paint you a picture
11 years old first time I put kush in my rizla
12 years old put a hole in a man for my sister

Chorus x2

Verse 2

Don't get me wrong, I'm getting on I'm juggin'
I'm so good to go, let's go let's get this cookin'
I'm a good yout, man I might roll up to your bookin'
See what your numbers like, see how the venue lookin'
I'm talking Money Money Murder (MMM)
I was born a earner, kill a cow and make a burger
(aye) I'm talking money money murder
"Who this yout I never hearda?!"
Boy you better grab your burner

Chorus x2

Outro