Lyrics Mmhm - Fredo

Mmh, mmh, mmh
Mmh, mmh, mmh

She wants to play games, I ain't tryna play games
I'm tryna face paint, now we're on the same page
Yo, we met at 8 Lake, I hit that the same day
I buy them in plainer jane and then I make them rain, yo
I'm in a Fendi coat, it's tailor-made, yo
My youngin selling coke at player rates, whoa
I'm in the bando while I'm weighing cake, no
Don't stay awake, I'll be home later, babe
Mmh, mmh, mmh
Now she's phoning me on private
When I told her I don't like it
She's a ho and she got mileage
Probably more miles than my whip (Skrrt)
I see it then I buy it
She's still eating on my privates
I'm still keeping it in quiet (Shh)
Man run up in the Fendi shop
Like I got never ending guap
Coming from a deadly block
Where hella niggas getting guap
Serving twenty shots standing by the betting shop
Plugs were getting robbed,
I'm a rapper now, they're better off

(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Now I'm missing her on FaceTime
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
But I told her that I'll make time
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
It wasn't given, had to take mine
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Lil Mino doing drillings in the day time
Now she's messaging, she's messaging on Snapchat
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
But I ain't getting into, getting into chat back
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Yeah, I caught an old case with my black rap
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Yeah, she got no waist, just a fat back
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)

Yo, I'm in the trap house, get the dinner out
Yo, I used to lose but I'm a winner now
Six shots in my waistline, my spinner's out
Whoa, I'm gonna take time 'til my niggas out
Bro, I'm sitting down,
Thinking how these bitches dizzy now
'Cause all we make 'em do is spin around
My little niggas moving wild but they listen now
They ain't got no dinger out
Then I don't bring the spinners out
I don't want to see you sitting down
Yeah, my hands were dry but I'm drippy now
Little niggas slide, and they lick 'em down
Ain't got the hammer
Then we dip 'em down, drip or down
I got bitches on my iPhone X
I don't even like to text
Trident tryna find the rest, don't worry about my address
Yo, what's this about? Get them scissors out
Man, I think it's time that we go and cut them niggas out
So what's next?

(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Now I'm missing her on FaceTime
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
But I told her that I'll make time
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
It wasn't given, had to take mine
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Lil Mino doing drillings in the day time
Now she's messaging, she's messaging on Snapchat
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
But I ain't getting into, getting into chat back
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Yeah, I caught an old case with my black rap
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)
Yeah, she got no waist, just a fat back
(Mmh, mmh, mmh)

What's all the talk about?
I just got a mortgage out
5 years ago, I would've laughed
If you asked if I bought a house
I had like forty pound
Now my wrist cost forty thou'
I been a naughty child
You should know I play dirty
See me moving 'round at 8:30
Tryna get some cake early
Moving like my eighth birthday
They call me Fred Spread, or Chef F
What's left is ten pebs
Yo, show me, where's the nets at?
Got a watch on my right and my left wrist (Bustdown)
Yo, that's thirty each side like my benchpress
Ayo, cutie pie, what you tryna do tonight?
Have you ever flew Dubai? When I go, I do it right
It's Valentino shoes I like
My youngin Mino, he's been shootin' pipes
Smoking weed in rooms all night
The owners want to sue me twice
Wife said I ain't moving right
Plus she got on shoes I like
We both got on Gucci stripes
We're 'bout to have a Gucci fight