M&M’s

Lyrics

[Intro: Peewee Longway & Neice 'Money'] Nigga, my niece named 'Money', nigga "Shii, broke? Where ya'll get that from?" She know wassup, she know where it start at, nigga "Not me, broke" She was brought 'round trillions, nigga Bigger than life; largest "M&M's boy, M&M's girl" Le' go [Chorus: Peewee Longway] You a hustler nigga water whip it Gettin' it out the bowl "How you countin' up the milli's?", nigga Put it on the road She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass Slidin' it down the pole She fuckin' on million dollar niggas He fuckin' on million dollar hoes Them M&M's His hoe done broke the meter With them M&M's, on the low Don't fuck with no peon-niggas I put them M&M's on the road Me and my bitch, Jay Z and Beyonce Got them M&M's, on you hoes I see them M&M's, nigga, Ray Charles, blindfold [Verse 1: Peewee Longway] I'm back, trappin' the 'gill' again Whippin' the bowl, like i'm Gillagan Fucking around with the M&M Got me taking them flights and them trips again Thumbing' through nothing, but Benjamins How can I, how can I help you, dear? I only talk if there's a M' in your ear Your diamonds so clear, my madam, my dear I fly out to Pizza, throw slices of 'pizza' Right next to Jay-Z, with dope-boy Mo'ney'fa Better be careful, don't look at me B' Type in your Google and look for Peewee- Longway, I make you throw your thongs away (stuff crust it bae) It's Peewee Longway, the blue M&M My bank account sittin' on M&M's The Benz I'm in is a concept That bitch ain't even drop, yet My fifth pocket, some molly Take off, like a rocket Them hoes be sayin', 'they're sick of him' I dress my bitch and she shit on them Her make-up bag, it say, 'Celine' They callin' that shit ridiculous [Chorus: Peewee Longway] You a hustler nigga water whip it Gettin' it out the bowl "How you countin' up the milli's?", nigga Put it on the road She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass Slidin' it down the pole She fuckin' on million dollar niggas He fuckin' on million dollar hoes Them M&M's His hoe done broke the meter With them M&M's, on the low Don't fuck with no peon-niggas I put them M&M's on the road Me and my bitch, Jay Z and Beyonce Got them M&M's, on you hoes I see them M&M's, nigga, Ray Charles, blindfold [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] MPA band camp got M&M OG gas bags, we running through them Put them Perc's and lean all on the airplane On the road, Longway, the blue M&M And I don't fuck around with no peon Can't hit my weed, leave my weed alone Big bird account get his egg beater on Turn a deuce to a four, 9 to a half Goddamn right, that's Ms.Judy son Trapper to a rapper, sellin' verses with the bags She made a quarter million on the pole, shakin' ass Fishtailin' out a mansion, riot on my ass Matte black Jag, squattin' on them Forgi's M&M got a nigga VVS's glass Me and my main bitch, Jay Z, Beyoncé's Spending M&M's all on the Ce-line Spending M&M's just to fuck Ri-Ri' Dope dicking your bitch, now she geeked You claim you're hustlin', where yo' Mo'ney'fa then? I got a big truck, full of OG in Neighborhood Crip; OG Peewee In L.A, Loccs call me, 'C-Wee' Them ain't no racks in your pocket, that's seaweed Big bank, no dubs on Peewee [Chorus: Peewee Longway] You a hustler nigga water whip it Gettin' it out the bowl "How you countin' up the milli's?", nigga Put it on the road She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass Slidin' it down the pole She fuckin' on million dollar niggas He fuckin' on million dollar hoes Them M&M's His hoe done broke the meter With them M&M's, on the low Don't fuck with no peon-niggas I put them M&M's on the road Me and my bitch, Jay Z and Beyonce Got them M&M's, on you hoes I see them M&M's, nigga, Ray Charles, blindfold [Verse 3: Peewee Longway] And my bitch worth a milli' Ray Charles, we're gettin' it Bounce that ass on the pole Fuck up, on big bankroll 12-O'-Clock, bike; on Meek Mill'y Jump my ass out in Philly 'Longway-Blue M&M', worth milli' I'm double downed, with two semi's Judge say, 'I got a D-boy description' She the reason I re-rock them chickens In a new air, Guwop, fly crippin' Yeah, we whippin' up deuces, tryin' to get a M&M Apple juice, what we pourin' up the mud in Jeremy Scott, what a young nigga thuggin' in Wrist game got a nigga like, "hey mane!" Hey bae-bae, look at my blang blang Fucking with the M&M, don't bank, bank Cheif Keef, I bang, bang, bang, bang These hoes on Longway, dang-dang Versace diamonds in the motherfuckin' pinky ring Mix-match designer, wear it with my Hermes 'Bout them M&M, *brrrat brraat*, gun play OG gas bags, boy, they on the runaway You should've seen a nigga, El Chapo face [Chorus: Peewee Longway] You a hustler nigga water whip it Gettin' it out the bowl "How you countin' up the milli's?", nigga Put it on the road She worth a quarter milli', clapping her ass Slidin' it down the pole She fuckin' on million dollar niggas He fuckin' on million dollar hoes Them M&M's His hoe done broke the meter With them M&M's, on the low Don't fuck with no peon-niggas I put them M&M's on the road Me and my bitch, Jay Z and Beyonce Got them M&M's, on you hoes I see them M&M's, nigga, Ray Charles, blindfold