PayFre$ho, McFlyy - MCM Lyrics

MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
Steady callin', I decline on that shit
Get to the bag, while I'm smoking on mids
Don't hop in the jag, bitch I'm hopping on roads
I got so much shawties, I don't fuck with hoes
Look under my feet, I got red on my toes
I feel like Lil Keed, I forgot how I wrote
I be with the gang, we be rockin' Off-White, while you're in the back with the white on your nose
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
We smoke all our problems, we don't go to church
For the paper we pray, so we don't have to search
That Lil bitch she panicked, she was on the verge
Finessed all your shit, yeah today is the purge
Don't feel bad for the homie, he got, he deserved
He got left in the dark, with no light, he bizarre
I cure all this mess with no effort, I just want the pressure
We smokin' on pressure
And we poppin' these bottles refresher
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
Bitch I’m dripping in the chrome heart
And my shoes they all black, yeah they cats
This shorty told me I was cold hearted but nigga I’m just hard with facts
My baby girl just left me, guess imma go back to the trap
I never sold drugs
But I got the (Pow)
And I make money on my laptop
I’m sending prayers to my past, yeah
EMT or You want the Cash App?
You have a reason to be scared Lil nigga, if I want your bitch, I'mma tap that
Got my niggas riding with poles
Go hard in the paint, man you know that we post up
And I know this bitch wants to pose
She knows how to get me, man I'm finna close up
She saying my name when I stroke
My shit clean, man you need a soap
Dripping so much, man it got me soaked up
She sat on my dick like a sofa
Writing notes in my book
Like how to get a milli, how to get a billi
I’m a boss and yeah they shook
You need advices to get your racks in
Bitch I know that you love my accent
MCM belt holding on my jeans
I got racks all in my pockets and this bitch she wanna to tease me
Sipping on my juice and I’m feeling kind of dizzy
These hoes they wants to fuck with us, good thing that we got glizzies
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's

MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
Steady callin', I decline on that shit
Get to the bag, while I'm smoking on mids
Don't hop in the jag, bitch I'm hopping on roads
I got so much shawties, I don't fuck with hoes
Look under my feet, I got red on my toes
I feel like Lil Keed, I forgot how I wrote
I be with the gang, we be rockin' Off-White, while you're in the back with the white on your nose
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
We smoke all our problems, we don't go to church
For the paper we pray, so we don't have to search
That Lil bitch she panicked, she was on the verge
Finessed all your shit, yeah today is the purge
Don't feel bad for the homie, he got, he deserved
He got left in the dark, with no light, he bizarre
I cure all this mess with no effort, I just want the pressure
We smokin' on pressure
And we poppin' these bottles refresher
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's
Bitch I’m dripping in the chrome heart
And my shoes they all black, yeah they cats
This shorty told me I was cold hearted but nigga I’m just hard with facts
My baby girl just left me, guess imma go back to the trap
I never sold drugs
But I got the (Pow)
And I make money on my laptop
I’m sending prayers to my past, yeah
EMT or You want the Cash App?
You have a reason to be scared Lil nigga, if I want your bitch, I'mma tap that
Got my niggas riding with poles
Go hard in the paint, man you know that we post up
And I know this bitch wants to pose
She knows how to get me, man I'm finna close up
She saying my name when I stroke
My shit clean, man you need a soap
Dripping so much, man it got me soaked up
She sat on my dick like a sofa
Writing notes in my book
Like how to get a milli, how to get a billi
I’m a boss and yeah they shook
You need advices to get your racks in
Bitch I know that you love my accent
MCM belt holding on my jeans
I got racks all in my pockets and this bitch she wanna to tease me
Sipping on my juice and I’m feeling kind of dizzy
These hoes they wants to fuck with us, good thing that we got glizzies
MCM, you know what it means
I got racks, all up in my jeans
Balmain jack', only for the team
Got them racks, buy me a couple g's