Talkin' 'Bout M's (Prod. By Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. & Mike Dean)
[Verse 1] What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like Gs Got A$AP, got Fergy with me It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas That's that shit Yeah that's that shit (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?) Mothafucka better flash that shit Niggas [?] 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 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 Millionaire, made the plan Then I paid myself and I gave myself an advance Way before I became myself I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man Say 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 shit Mhmm, mhmm, yeah move that shit Frontin' like you did it for the fellas Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit But my neck is gold, the rest is froze Sex and hoes, best of both Girls and girls, perpetual Sippin' slow, take this slow 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 ever wanna do is chill and get shaded Chill and get faded Shit, 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 finna take it longer Get impressive with them diamonds though, them diamonds
[Hook] Talkin' about M's Talkin' bout M's nigga, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's Nigga, talkin' bout M's Nigga, talkin' bout M's Nigga, talkin' bout M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's nigga Talkin' bout M's
[Bridge] It's like lately all I seem to think about is M's, nigga Talkin' 'bout Ms See the same thing all up in my bank account Ms, nigga, talkin' 'bout Ms And my YouTube account say the same amount Ms, nigga, talkin' 'bout Ms
[Verse 2] Finna go in, go ham like Em Flacko do hen, 'till I'm worried '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 Them tits, those thighs (right) You that shit Mhmm, mhmm, yeah do that shit Do it like you got a point to prove to any chick Any dudes that you that bitch