M'$ (feat. Lil Wayne)

One time for A$AP Yams
 ♪
 Let's go
 What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
 Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
 It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
 That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
 (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
 Mothafucka better blast that shit
 Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
 Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
 Flacko makes sales of the perico
 She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
 'Member, I ain't ever have no home
 Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
 Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
 I was trappin' off at least like three phones
 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"
 Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
 Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
 Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
 Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
 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 niggas know the sky's the limit
 All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
 Chill and get faded
 Shit, I'm surprised that we made it
 Nowadays stress overrated
 All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
 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 with them diamonds though, them diamonds
 Talkin' about M's
 Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
 Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
 Talkin' bout M's
 It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, nigga
 Talkin' 'bout M's
 See the same thing all up in my bank account
 M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
 And my YouTube account say the same amount
 M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
 Money talk and dogs bark
 I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
 Lambo, brand new Lambo
 With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
 I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
 I swear niggas better wear riot gear
 Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh
 I re-up tonight, I'mma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight
 Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time
 Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight
 Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
 Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
 Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
 You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink
 I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes
 I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice
 That's that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price
 I don't cheat on her price
 Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
 I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
 And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
 S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
 Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
 I eat seafood and steak
 But girl I'mma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
 But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
 I love my BM's, I love my YM ain't no more CM
 Let's pluck out the stems, let's fuck like a nymph
 She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah
 We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
 See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
 Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi
 
 One time for A$AP Yams
 ♪
 Let's go
 What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
 Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
 It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
 That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
 (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
 Mothafucka better blast that shit
 Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
 Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
 Flacko makes sales of the perico
 She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
 'Member, I ain't ever have no home
 Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
 Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
 I was trappin' off at least like three phones
 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"
 Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
 Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
 Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
 Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
 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 niggas know the sky's the limit
 All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
 Chill and get faded
 Shit, I'm surprised that we made it
 Nowadays stress overrated
 All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
 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 with them diamonds though, them diamonds
 Talkin' about M's
 Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
 Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Nigga, talkin' bout M's
 Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
 Talkin' bout M's
 It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, nigga
 Talkin' 'bout M's
 See the same thing all up in my bank account
 M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
 And my YouTube account say the same amount
 M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
 Money talk and dogs bark
 I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
 Lambo, brand new Lambo
 With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
 I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
 I swear niggas better wear riot gear
 Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh
 I re-up tonight, I'mma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight
 Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time
 Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight
 Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
 Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
 Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
 You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink
 I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes
 I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice
 That's that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price
 I don't cheat on her price
 Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
 I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
 And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
 S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
 Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
 I eat seafood and steak
 But girl I'mma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
 But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
 I love my BM's, I love my YM ain't no more CM
 Let's pluck out the stems, let's fuck like a nymph
 She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah
 We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
 See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
 Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi