[Produced By: Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. co-produced by Mike Dean]

[Verse 1]
What's this I see? N***as tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me, it's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?
Mothafucka better blast that shit
N***as drink quarts of the Clicquot (Uh)
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos (Uh)
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She know, went to ATL for my C-Note (Uh)
'Member, I ain't ever have no home (Yeah)
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home (Woo)
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones (Uh)
Me and Yams 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" (Uh)
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right (Uh)
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit (Woo)
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 throwed
Comma, I'm about decimals
Chill and get faded
I'm surprised that we made it
Young n***as know the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, I'm surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Can't impress her with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Chorus]
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a
Talkin' bout M's

[Verse 2]
It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, n***a
Talkin' 'bout M's
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M's, n***a, talkin' 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M's, n***a, talkin' 'bout M's
Finna go in, go ham like Em'
Flacko do him, tell them worry 'bout them (Woo)
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 mhm, mhm, yeah, do that shit
Uh, do it like you got a point to prove to any chick
Any dudes that you that bitch
[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Can't impress her with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Chorus]
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a
Talkin' bout M's
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, n***a, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
N***a, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, n***a
Talkin' bout M's