With a blend of confidence and assertiveness, this track explores the dynamics of modern relationships. The lyrics are a clear representation of a woman who knows her worth and refuses to settle for less. She asserts that she won't entertain men who don't meet her standards, symbolized by her repeated refrain "mmm-mmm." She also emphasizes her independence and control over her own life, making it clear that she's not interested in publicizing her romantic affairs or accommodating anyone at her place unless they bring value to her life. The song is an anthem for self-respect and empowerment, reminding listeners to maintain their standards when choosing partners. 🎵
MMM MMM
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm-mmm (ooh)
Oh, he want that mmm-hmm (Kali)
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) yeah, yeah, yeah
He want my number, had to hit him with the mmm-mmm
Fantasizing, got him fiendin' for this mmm-hmm (ooh)
Thick thighs got him bustin' out the jeans
Yeah, real dope vibe, turn these niggas into fiends
Yeah, I like them nasty, uh-huh-huh (yeah, yeah)
Bad bitch having cake, let him eat it for lunch (yat it up)
Make a movie on the dick, I'ma film my stunts (yeah, yeah)
And you can have that nigga back soon as I get done
Ooh, freak nasty, these bitches won't at me
Stomp a bitch head even though I keep it classy (yeah)
Bitches lookin' pressed because I'm cute, they wanna bash me (what?)
Can't argue 'bout a nigga who like bitches with a fatty
Can I post you on my page? Mmm-mmm (nah, nah)
Spend the night at my place? Mmm-mmm (hell nah)
Call a broke nigga bae? Mmm-mmm (fuck no)
He gon' do just what I say, mmm-hmm (yeah)
Don't you know I'm that bitch, nigga? (Don't you know I'm that bitch?)
You wanna hit, well, I need trips, nigga (that nigga know I'm finna trip)
New crib, rich nigga, it ain't shit to him (yeah, yeah)
STK, Oceanaire, I'm a big spender, big tipper
Goyard, Chrome Heart tags (yeah)
Chanel No. 9s with the shoes to match (okay)
Make the neighbors call PETA when he beat up the cat (yeah, yeah)
We gon' fuck in different angles, but my favorite the back
Bougie bitch still screaming, "where the hood niggas at?" (Where they at?)
Yeah, he Nike Tech fitted with the TEC in his lap (TEC in his lap)
Left hand on the wheel, right hand on the cat (ooh)
Got a nigga out West, tell him bring in the pack
I need two hundred for this occasion (two hundred)
Fuck you callin' me your girl and we ain't datin'? (What the fuck?)
He been tryna fuck for months and still waitin' (and he still gon')
I told him just like his money, I can't save him (finna blow his bag)
Can I post you on my page? Mmm-mmm
Spend the night at my place? Mmm-mmm
Call a broke nigga bae? Mmm-mmm
He gon' do just what I say, mmm-hmm
Can I post you on my page? Mmm-mmm
Spend the night at my place? Mmm-mmm
Call a broke nigga bae? Mmm-mmm
He gon' do just what I say, mmm-hmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm
Writer(s): Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Kaliya Ashley Ross, Zhanei Alisia Strozier
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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