Mike Will Made It - Me lyrics

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Mike Will Made It - Me lyrics

[Intro] Me, I got my own back I'm the CEO, CFO, account manager, and security [Verse 1] Who the only one you trust? (me) CEO, so who I'm signed to? (me) When I got beef, man, who I run to? (me) She live with you, but why she riding with (me)? Bags of kush, who my weed man? (me) PTs, BTs, man, who my lean man? (me) So much j**elry, I got a million on (me) Versace down, these hoes keep kissing on (me) Yellow diamonds, dripping, pissing, say I rap explicit In the kitchen whipping, doing the dishes, I'm my own a**istance I hit a lick so low cuffed on myself, then I took me to Lenox If you ain't getting no money with me then what you doing with me? [Hook] Me, me, I only think of me Hoes say that I'm conceited cause it ain't a "we" I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me I cop the dope, then front the dope, then me come shop with me On the TV watching me, in a Bentley listening to me I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me; I'm my own goon, I'm shooting for me I'm so turnt I'm jocking me, you hating on me and I'm hating on me Watching you watching me, and she cheating on you and she cheating on me Me, me [Verse 2] Mimi, Mimi, me, yeah the b**h name Mimi, me f**ing and s**ing me, but I know the b**h running game on me And she put the thang on me, why you put the blame on me? That's a shame on me, and her credit card on E, car on E So, yeah, she put her mouth on me Put it on freeze is a mini disease Powerful me, can you do it for me? Shopping for you like I'm shopping for me Like I'm trapping for you but I'm trapping for me Boss of a n***a but working for me Struggle for you but she cuddle for me Boss of my label, I'm rapping for me And where would I be if it wasn't for me? Tony Montana Six wasn't for me Wasn't for you and she wasn't for me Don't leave it to beaver, man, leave it to me Looking at me and I'm jam of the week Riding through the through with the top in the teeth Gucci Gambino, who talking to me? Baby Latino, she fine in some jeans Gucci bilingual, I'm talking to ti [Hook] Me, me, I only think of me Hoes say that I'm conceited cause it ain't a "we" I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me I cop the dope, then front the dope, then me come shop with me On the TV watching me, in a Bentley listening to me I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me; I'm my own goon, I'm shooting for me I'm so turnt I'm jocking me, you hating on me and I'm hating on me Watching you watching me, and she cheating on you and she cheating on me Me, me [Verse 3] I got lean by the PT, but I'm serving me And they should name me De-me-trius cause all I think about is me MTV, that's Me TV HOV, but I'm ridin' just me One deep chilling in this damn RV With a touchdown, I'm a front this sh** to me Give it to me, leave it to me You screaming, "Why did it happen to me?" Your girlfriend squirting and spitting on me I guess baby girl happy to see me Got a trapping disease, smoking disease Them hustlers ain't welcome? I'm happy to leave Your uncle and brother be coping for me 10 bales of the weed in they family trees Snitch of the force, say you got it from me Average go broke it won't happen to me Don't got jumper but putting up the numbers So much cash I need another machine Rappers are fake, Gucci a G Who am I featuring? I'm featuring me Don't need a road manager, managing me Manage the dope and the weed and the lean [Hook] Me, me, I only think of me Hoes say that I'm conceited cause it ain't a "we" I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me I cop the dope, then front the dope, then me come shop with me On the TV watching me, in a Bentley listening to me I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me; I'm my own goon, I'm shooting for me I'm so turnt I'm jocking me, you hating on me and I'm hating on me Watching you watching me, and she cheating on you and she cheating on me Me, me [Bridge] Who the only one you trust? (me) CEO, so who I'm signed to? (me) When I got beef, man, who I run to? (me) She live with you, but why she riding with (me)? Bags of kush; who my weed man? (me) Pts, BTs, man, who my lean man? (me) So much j**elry, I got a million on (me) Versace down, these hoes keep kissing on (me) [Outro]

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