asap rocky - m's lyrics
[verse 1]
what’s this i see?, n-gg-s tryna act like g’s
got a$ap, got fergy with me
it’s a new day, no black eyed peas
that’s that sh-t, mhm mhm, yeah, that’s that sh-t
(you ain’t got no flacko in your serato?)
mothaf-cka better flash that sh-t
n-gg-s drink quarts 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
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 sh-t, mhm, mhm, 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
s-x 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 n-gg-s know the sky’s the limit
all i ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
chill and get faded
sh-t, i’m surprised that we made it
nowadays stress overrated
all i ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
[pre-hook]
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
[hook]
talkin’ about m’s
talkin’ bout m’s, n-gg-, m’s
make ’em talk about, make ’em talk about m’s
n-gg-, talkin’ bout m’s
n-gg-, talkin’ bout m’s
n-gg-, talkin’ bout m’s
make ’em talk about, talkin’ bout m’s, n-gg-
talkin’ bout m’s
[verse 2]
it’s like lately all i seem to think about is m’s, n-gg-
talkin’ ’bout m’s
see the same thing all up in my bank account
m’s, n-gg-, talkin’ ’bout m’s
and my youtube account say the same amount
m’s, n-gg-, 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 sh-ts though
my my, i get hypnotized when them hips go by
those t-ts, those thighs (right)
do that sh-t, mhm, mhm, yeah, do that sh-t
do it like you got a point to prove to any chick
any dudes that you that b-tch
[pre-hook] + [hook x2]
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