Full Lyrics : ASAP Rocky - M's

What's this I see?

n*ggas tryna act like Gs

Got A$AP, got Fergy with me

It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas

That's that sh*t

Yeah that's that sh*t

(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)

Mothaf*cka better flash that sh*t

n*ggas [?] of the Clicquot

b*tches 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

Millionaire, made the plan

Then I paid myself and I gave myself an advance

Way before I became myself

I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man

Say 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 sh*t

Mhmm, mhmm, yeah move that sh*t

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, [?]

Comma, I'm about decimals

Chill and get faded

sh*t, 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, 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 finna take it longer

Get impressive with them diamonds though, them diamonds

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

It's like lately all I seem to think about is M's, n*gga

Talkin' 'bout Ms

See the same thing all up in my bank account

Ms, n*gga, talkin' 'bout Ms

And my YouTube account say the same amount

Ms, n*gga, talkin' 'bout Ms

Finna go in, go ham like Em

Flacko do [?], tell 'em worry 'bout them

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

Them tits, those thighs

You that sh*t

Yeah mhmm, mhmm, do that sh*t

Do it like you got a point to prove

That any chick, any dudes that cue that b*tch

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