Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M'$, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M'$ |
| 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 flash that shit |
| Niggas drink quarts of the Clic" |
| Bitches sniff raw of the kilos |
| Flacko makes sales of the flico |
| 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 taking 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 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 |
| Finna go in, go ham like Em |
| Flacko do him, tell them worry 'bout them |
| But I don’t even trip though |
| Bruh bruh, yeah I’m really with the shits though |
| My my, I get hypnotized when them hips go by |
| Those tits, those thighs (right) |
| Do that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, do that shit |
| Do it like you got a point to prove to any chick |
| Any dudes that you that bitch |
| I wanna see you take it all off |
| And she just wanna make it harder |
| And we just end up taking 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 |