A$AP Rocky - M'$ lyrics

What's this I see?, n***as tryna act like G's Got A$AP, got Fergie with me It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas That's that sh**, mhm mhm, yeah, that's that sh** (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?) Mothaf**a better flash that sh** n***as drink quarts of the Clicquot b**hes 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**, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that sh** Frontin' like you did it for the fellas Get all the b**hes jealous when you do that sh** But my neck is gold, the rest is froze Sex 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***as know the sky's the limit All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded Chill and get faded sh**, I'm 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 end up taking longer Can't impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a Talkin' bout M's It's like lately all I seem to think about is M's, n***a Talkin' 'bout M's See the same thing all up in my bank account M's, n***a, talkin' 'bout M's And my YouTube account say the same amount M's, n***a, 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**s though My my, I get hypnotized when them hips go by Those tits, those thighs (right) Do that sh**, mhm, mhm, yeah, do that sh** Do it like you got a point to prove to any chick Any dudes that you that b**h 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 Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a Talkin' bout M's Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's n***a, talkin' bout M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a Talkin' bout M's