ASAP Rocky - M's lyrics
rate me(Verse)
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy wit me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That's that shit, hmm hmm, hmm hmm
Yeah that's that shit!
(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka betta flash that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
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 eva have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rocking least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trapping off at least like three phones
Millionaire, made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I'd like to thank myself becuz 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 wit the pinstripes'
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, ya that shit, hmm, mhmm, yeah move that shit
Fronting like ya did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when ya do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sipping slow, Texas though
Comma, I'm about decimals
Chill and get faded
Shit, surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky's the limit
All I eva want to do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I eva want to do is chill and get shaded
(Pre-Hook)
I want to see ya take it all off
And she just want to make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Get impressive wit them diamonds though, them diamonds
(Hook)
Talking about M's
Talking bout M's nigga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talking bout M's
Nigga, talking bout M's
Nigga, talking bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talking bout M's nigga
Talking bout M's
(Verse 2)
It's like lately all I seem to think about is M's, nigga
Talking 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, talking bout M's
Finna go in, go ham like Em
Flacko do him, 'till 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)
Ya that shit, hmm, mhmm, yeah do that shit
Do it like ya got a point to prove to any chick
Any dudes that ya that bitch
(Pre-Hook)
(Hook x2)
