The Alchemist, Mac Miller, Migos - Jabroni lyrics

[The Alchemist, Mac Miller, Migos - Jabroni lyrics]

I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
(The Rock)
I found it was fake and started hustlin'
Momma told me if you put the muscle in
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M

Chinchilla on, it's a hundred degrees
All this ice on, body on freeze
Came up runnin' from the police
Now I got the M&Ms, I tell the pig freeze
Remember bad bitches used to
Want me spendin' cheese
Now I'm on TV, I get the pussy just for free
And I like my money straight
No perm just for me
If you try to catch up with me
Yeah I'm out your league
Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed
I took your hoe and had to
Put her on her knees row your boat
Her mouth is water like the sea
The pussy got me sea-sick
I need some Dramamine

Offset, my dreams was drivin' the Phantom
In reality I was just trappin'
All the robberies and the kidnappin'
It's a dirty game, you need a napkin
When you got millions
They'll try to assassin
When it come to music, got a passion
We legendary, not the average takeoff

All of my niggas had dreams
I put on my Louboutin, in red carpet scene
On the block, tryna' make some work
Had to serve the fiend
Had to pick the pot, Billie Jean
I was a regular nigga
Now people call me a celebrity nigga
Walkin' around with the M&M, M&M niggas
They call me a decimal nigga
Feeling like Peter Piper walkin'
Around with 'em peppers
I might go and pet me a nigga
Pull up in the Bentley
With bulletproof windows
Migos sellin' out the Staples center

My homies told me stop being
Modest and stunt a lil'
Cause most of these rappers just rap
And they never touch a mil
I'm just being honest, cuz God
He done made us prophets
To profit, no other option
My pockets is onto Uncle Phil
Bitches audition for me
I keep em runnin' drills
Ain't no controllin' these hoes
The dome is mentally ill death to the enemy
Ain't no rest til the death of me
Got it locked, penitentiary
Money mountains, Beverly Hills
Woah, it's Mac of all trades
Anything you need, shit I have it all day
It's big cash small change
Goin' fast in all lanes
They was sleepin' on me
But I got 'em Adderall awake now
There's no denying me
Bonified fire every time I speak
The champ, one man dynasty, whoa
Why you so sensitive, feminine
I've arrived, let me in motherfucker gotdamn

I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
(The Rock)
I found it was fake and started hustlin'
Momma told me if you put the muscle in
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M, M&Ms, M&M
You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms, M&M

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