Playboi Carti, Gunna, Kap G - Want My M’s lyrics

Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Playboi Carti, Gunna, Kap G - Want My M’s lyrics]

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

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
Ayy, look at my neck, that Fiji
I could've bought a bitch
Put some VVs on my tee 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, I want my Ms
I want my Ms, I want my Ms

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?

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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