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Want My M's (Original Version) Lyrics - Artist : Kap G
[Gunna:]
Cut the top, no lid Drop my top, fuck the cops Got ice on my hands I pop that shit like, bitch, 'cause I want me a check Bitch, wash my Vette It's a rich nigga, watch your step I'm just playin' with the cards I was dealt Had to work real hard with no help I invested it all in myself Now the foreign valet to Saks Fifth Actavis and Hi-Tech whenever I sip Gunna get paid just to walk in your VIP Call my lil' bae, dick inside of her lip Neighborhood loc, gotta keep a ex' clip If you sellin' dope gotta keep it on your hip Crème de la crème Icing on the rims 'Bout to shoot a film Stacking that cheese, told my team nigga we here I want some Gs stuck on my jeans to go with my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, yeah, I want my Ms I want my Ms, yeah, I want my Ms [Kap G:] I just wan' fuck on her face, yeah (Her face) That's 'bout a M for a Wraith, yeah (A Wraith) I might just shut down the place, yeah (The place) I gotta pick up my pace, yeah (Skrrt) I run a four flat for them bands (Yeah) Kap G a runningback, uh (Back) My shooters come for your sack, uh (Sack) J be sipping on the Act', yeah (Yeah) Southside on the map (Yeah) I'll fuckin' air it on the net, yeah Magic city make it clap, uh (Yeah) Pussy boy, don't give me dap, nah (Racks) My Gucci is vintage, yeah (Gucci is vintage) My car is not rented, yeah (Skrrt) Put that drink in my cup (Cup) Kap G a actor, rapper, and a chemist, uh (Kap G) Free my boy with the sentence (Free my boy with the sentence) Had to handle his business, yeah (Had to handle his business) And my bitch is Brazilian (Woo) Told Jetson, "Let's go get these millions" (Woo, yeah) No matter what, they gon' hate (Yeah) I'm the brown Bill Gates, uh (Racks) Fuck along we straight, uh Give me dome in the Wraith, uh (Kap G, skrrt) Crème de la crème, yeah Icing on my rings, ayy How much you spend? Ayy Ay, look at my neck, that Fiji, I could've bought a bitch Put some VVs on my T to go with my Timbs I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms [Playboi Carti:] Bringin', quit bringing your friend, stop bringing your friend I'm fuckin' 'em both, ayy Fuck in the booth, I fuck 'em again, huh I got the bands, huh I got the cash, I gotta spend, uh I gotta spend, huh On a lil ho I cannot spend, huh I got this dope, huh Butterfly doors, check out the flow, huh Watch how they float, uh Diamonds, they choke, look at the gold, huh Look at the goat, ay You sit at the top just like a pro, yeah 2900, that's home 2900 my zone 2900 I go, throw the hoes up if you a goat, uh I got that bitch on my phone, huh I got that 9 in my coat, ooh I mix that Hen' with the coke, uh I'm on that lean for sure, ooh I buy that pill for the low, huh I got these hoes, what? [Kap G:] I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms I want my Ms, I want my Ms |
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