ASAP Rocky - Ms (Lyrics)

[Verse 1] What’s this I see?

Niggas tryna act like Gs

Got A$AP, got Fergy with me

It’s a new day, no Black Eyed Peas

That’s that shit

Yeah that’s that shit

(You ain’t got no Flacko in your Serato?)

Mothafucka better flash that shit

Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot

Bitches sniff raw of the kilos

Flacko makes sales of the flico

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

Millionaire, 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

Mhmm, mhmm, 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 though

Comma, I’m about decimals

Chill and get faded

Shit, 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, surprised that we made it

Nowadays stress overrated

All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

[Pre-Hook] I wanna see you take it all off

And she just wanna make it harder

And we just end up taking longer

Get impressive with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Hook] 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

[Verse 2] It’s like lately all I seem to think about is M’s, nigga

Talkin’ ’bout Ms

See the same thing all up in my bank account

Ms, nigga, talkin’ ’bout Ms

And my YouTube account say the same amount

Ms, nigga, talkin’ ’bout Ms

Finna go in, go ham like Em

Flacko do him, ’till them worry ’bout them

But I don’t even trip though

Bruh bruh, yeah I’m really with the shits though

My my, I get hypnotized when them hips go by

Those tits, those thighs (right)

You that shit

Mhmm, mhmm, yeah do that shit

Do it like you got a point to prove to any chick

Any dudes that you that bitch

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook x2]