Текст песни H.M.A. - M3 Beatz

Flithy rich
Bitch I stank
Money bussin'
Out the bank
Fresh out of bed
I'm rollin dank
I do shit
Most people can't

I need those commas on commas
You ain't no goat you a llama
Spark it if you want drama
Nigga death or dishonor

Need my momma proud
Cop my dad a vet
My lil bro gonna be set
Make sure there's ice up on his neck
Get my squad hella whips and buy my girl whatever fits
Give my plug a hundred blues and not one of em counterfeit

2020 vision perfect watch me manifest
I always knew that I was ill yea I ain't need no test
They really should just issue warrants out for my arrest
Cuz I keep bringing beats to life and I laying them to rest

Nigga I been on the grind I ain't goin outside
I ain't seein' nobody, on my dolo how I fly
What's the point of having two seaters with no ride or die
Cuz that's a flex and sometimes I feel like the hottest man alive

Hottest Man Alive
August baby but I'm goin off like it's fourth of July
We too wavy brought the drip now the forecast is high tide
Yea I carry me a drake but I ain't got no mob ties

I'm hotter than a missile
Too official, blow the whistle
Shit ain't fair for you
I know your hardest hit is like a tickle
Only goal is run it up
Yea I'm talkin' bout my fiscal
Motivation on my wrist
Watch it shine and glistle

Feel like a pornstar cuz lately it's been fuck you pay me
I stay workin workin workin workin on the daily
Fill my cup this ain't what you think my vision hazy
What you want, bitch don't hit my phone you cannot play me

Loyal to only the squad
Loyal to only the fam
All of our time runnin' out
So somebody tell me the plan
You can just hate on the side
Or you can jump in the band
But I already been to the future
Won't spoil it, you gonna see how it all ends