ASAP Rocky

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)

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