paroles de chanson M'$ - lil wayne , A$AP Rocky
One
time
for
A$AP
Yams
Let's
go
What's
this
I
see?
Niggas
tryna
act
like
G's
Got
A$AP,
got
Fergy
with
me
It's
a
new
day,
no
Black
Eyed
Peas
That's
that
shit,
mhm,
mhm,
yeah,
that's
that
shit
(You
ain't
got
no
Flacko
in
your
Serato?)
Mothafucka
better
blast
that
shit
Niggas
drink
quarts
of
the
Clicquot
Bitches
sniff
raw
of
the
kilos
Flacko
makes
sales
of
the
perico
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
shit,
mhm,
mhm,
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,
Texas
throwed
Comma,
I'm
about
decimals
Chill
and
get
faded
I'm
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,
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
takin'
longer
Can't
impress
with
them
diamonds
though,
them
diamonds
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
It's
like
lately
all
I
ever
seem
to
think
about
is
M's,
nigga
Talkin'
'bout
M's
See
the
same
thing
all
up
in
my
bank
account
M's,
nigga,
talkin'
'bout
M's
And
my
YouTube
account
say
the
same
amount
M's,
nigga,
talkin'
'bout
M's
Money
talk
and
dogs
bark
I
got
a
pocket
full
of
stones
in
my
stonewashed
Lambo,
brand
new
Lambo
With
tiger
stripes
on
it
call
that
bitch
a
golf
cart
I'm
outchea,
I'm
so
outchea,
I
swear
niggas
have
no
idea
I
swear
niggas
better
wear
riot
gear
Cause
I
appear
and
pow
loud
and
clear
give
'em
diarrhea,
oh
I
re-up
tonight,
I'mma
be
up
tonight,
cookin'
a
key
up
tonight
Niggas
de-up
I
slide
to
the
right,
throw
up
a
three
up
in
time
Put
a
B
up,
let's
fight,
don't
get
beat
up
tonight
Feet
up
in
my
European,
I
ride
with
me
heater
inside
Kill
you
and
your
dog
then
go
put
on
a
shirt
that
say
PETA
for
life
Like
you
sneeze
you
on
tight,
you
got
beef
I
got
white
You
got
beef
I
got
white,
I
got
green,
I
got
white,
I
got
pink
I
got
pints,
I
got
lean,
I
got
ice,
I
got
needles
and
pipes
I
got
clean,
I
got
right,
I
got
mean,
I
got
nice
That's
that
Tina
and
Ike,
got
on
lean
on
her
price
I
don't
cheat
on
her
price
Try
to
cheat
on
the
dice,
you
get
beat
on
the
spot
I
get
keys
on
the
spot
and
I
keep
it
on
lock
And
I
keep
it
up
safe,
what
you
keep
in
your
safe?
S'what
I
spent
on
my
watch
and
I
wave
it
like
Ma$e
Bout
to
redo
the
face,
get
a
see-through
AK
I
eat
seafood
and
steak
But
girl
I'mma
treat
you
like
cake
til
I
get
a
sweet
tooth
tooth
ache
But
wait
let's
talk
about
M's,
not
about
them
I
love
my
BM's,
I
love
my
YM
ain't
no
more
CM
Let's
pluck
out
the
stems,
let's
fuck
like
a
nymph
She
walk
out,
she
limp,
it's
dark
and
we
dim,
yeah
We
dem
niggas,
handcuffing
him
niggas
back
up
and
skim
niggas
See
that
we
strapped
up
we
cap
up
your
brim
nigga
Fill
my
cup
up
to
the
rim
nigga,
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