I Be Puttin' On

We popping bottles of the pink shit, take ‘em to the dome

We ain’t ever on that weak shit, always blowing strong

Every day we party until early in the morn’

Put that shit on Instagram so they know I’m putting on

I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on

Work, I know you see me with your looking ass

What the fuck you looking at

This is MMG and we don’t speak to all you fucking crabs

Got a bunch of cash, but money is under fam

I’d rather be over-prepared than slippin’ here understaffed

Did you understand I’m down to ride with my niggas

Just a double M, you can’t fuck with them unless your certified to ride with us

Keep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditches

And I ain’t tripping off of potential, that’s another word for ain’t did shit

Work, and I put D.C. On, we ain’t been this high since the E.R

See y’all niggas be some peons, talkin bout y’all be gone

Whole time niggas wouldn’t swing, playing tee-ball

Hundred thousands hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousands

I know why they trusting me cause I got all these funds around ‘em

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My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around ‘em

Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around ‘em

I know you think all we do is have fun around here

But I’m from a city where young niggas carry guns

Don’t single out any corner, its popping on every one

They talking about what they going do, its probably already done

I’m running through cake, running through states

Take your one to the face every one or two cakes

Just bought a new crib, that’s a wonderful space

Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga

I be cooler than a motherfucker

Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet, call it Instagram

And you know I do it for my city, you know I’m putting on

Hundred racks on this clothes, a nigga putting on

Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist

Underground lobster feast get a shell face

I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe

Closet two floors safari doe

Brown bag paper tag, nigga can’t pay for swag

We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana

Me and Rozay twisted on a boat watchin’ all you fucked niggas choke