Want My M's

woo, hopping in a jet, yeah

Already tweet but you know I gotta get a blue check, yeah

Why the big key as you ain't gonna fly to Quebec, yeah

My OG pull up with the met like bih you guessed it

You know who pull off a check yeah

I'mma need it all ain't taking no less

Man little B wanna give me that Nick

Rocking that double g like that shit Guess

Said she gotta friend named Be-My-Guest

No power plays it ain't say where we play

Big blue fade put it in the shade let mother fucker bank

Crowner the crown ready

I just know I am around G

I need you to feel me

Stacking that cheese, gold my G's

Yeah we here

I want some G's talking 'bout G's to go to Miami

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I want my M's

I just want to fuck on her faith

Let's buy the M's for a Wraith, yeah

I might just shut down the place, yeah

I gotta pick up my pace, yeah

I run a full fleck for them banish, yeah

Cal, G are running back, yeah

My shooters come for your sack, yeah

JB sipping on that yack, yeah

Southside on the mountain

I fuckin' land on the net

Magic city make it clap

Pussy boy don't give me doubt, no

My Gucci, advantage

My car's not rented, yeah

Put that drink in my car

Caught you a rapper and a chemist

Threw my boy with the sinage

Had to handle his business

and my bitch is Brazilian

Tell Jessie like go get that millions

No matter what they gonna hate

On the brown Bill Gates

Fuck a long weave straight, oh

Gimme dome in the Wraith (skkkkrt)

Crowner the crown ready

I just know my range yeah

How much are you spending, yeah