Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Want My M's , by - Kap G. Song from the album no kap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Want My M's |
| This money came in now your bitch want at me |
| This money came in now your bitch want at me |
| (Squat made the beat) |
| Woo, hoppin' in a jet, yeah |
| I don’t really tweet but you know I gotta keep it blue check, yeah |
| Model bitch key ass ring gonna fly to Quebec, yeah |
| My OG pull up with the MAC like, bitch, you guessed it |
| You know who pull off a check yeah |
| I’ma need it all, ain’t takin' no less |
| Bad little bitch wanna give me that neck |
| Rockin' that double G like that shit Guess |
| Said she gotta friend then be my guest |
| Low par plays it ain’t safe where we play |
| Big blue fade put it in the shade like motherfuckin' bank |
| Gram after gram, aye |
| Icing on the rims, aye |
| 'Bout to shoot a film, aye |
| Stackin' that cheese, told my team, yeah we here |
| I want some Gs, stuck on my jeans to go with my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I just wanna fuck on her face |
| That’s bout a M for a Wraith, yeah |
| I might just shut down the place, yeah |
| I gotta pick up my pace, yeah |
| I run a full fleck for them bands, yeah |
| Kap, G a running back, uh |
| My shooters come for your sack, uh |
| JB sipping on the act, yeah |
| South-side on the map, yeah |
| I’m fucking that on a net |
| Magic city make it clap, uh |
| Pussy boy don’t give me dap, nah |
| My Gucci, advantage |
| My car’s not rented, yeah |
| Put that drink in my cup |
| Kap G a Actor, Rapper and a Chemist |
| Free my boy with the sentence |
| Had to handle his business |
| And my bitch is Brazilian |
| Told Jessie let’s go get these millions |
| No matter what they gonna hate, yeah |
| I’m the brown Bill Gates, uh |
| Fuck a long weave straight, uh |
| Gimme dome in the Wraith, uh |
| Gram after gram, aye |
| Icing on my rings, aye |
| How much are you spending, yeah |
| Look at my neck that Fiji |
| I could’ve bought a Benz |
| Put some VVs on my teeth, to go with my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| And I want them Ms, dog |
| And a rack that’s 10 tall |
| And I’m balling like Chris Paul |
| This rap shit got me rich dog |
| We ain’t never had shit dog |
| Turn myself to a big dog |
| I ain’t got time to waste dog |
| To bust down go tick-tock |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms |
| I want my Ms, want my Ms |