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MGM

 

MGM

(album: Fine Art - 2021)


Ayy, always been a black sheep, struggling to work the ATM
I just bet 20K on black at the MGM
When it hit, champagne bottles, bring the paper in
You could play with me, but I've been in the game and play to win
They told me tattoos, would stop me from working with brands
I just turned a deal down and signed another with my mans
I just landed up on Billboard, that equal bands
To you know-it-all pussies contemplating from the stands
Working on my own weed strands
Rappers buying hits from writers, but you need fans
'Cause you don't build it from the ground up
Then it get too heavy at the top and topple over
Now you playing red-rover on the defense
And I'm on the other side wearing body armor
And it's made of spikes, is your life worth your fighting honor?
The contract for multi-millions where I sign the corner
And best believe I still retain my place as fucking owner
Homie, I'm a CEO, it's in my bloodstream
Places you ain't seen before, went to 'em upstream
Could've spent the whole damn advance on the watch
If I did, you would see the diamonds dance off the rocks
Man, Roc-A-Fella Records tried to build an empire
They was tryna stop the wreckage, should've let it inspire
'Cause we here to stay, even when our bodies expire
You will hear this motherfucker when I die (Beats by Choc)

MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM

No Iann Dior, but I'm gone off this Christian Dior
Keep it three hunnid at the board meeting, meeting Lyor
I'm blowing up this year and packing out the room with C4
I did it just 'cause I ain't like the decor, word to the money, we horders
Sold the merch out again, need to re-order
I keep hopping out in different countries, I don't see borders
I got more time, but my patience seem to be shorter
Keep your two cents, roll the backwood with a quarter
At the high roller suite, I've been rolling for a week straight
My girl boujee as they come, not a cheap date
I hit the back and she alleviate
Then I turn the crumbs that I came with to dollars, call it piece of cake
Huh, these size eleven cakewalks
Man, I put the gas to the flo', I took the brakes off, yeah
My lawyer cold, it's like he took the case off
Me against the world, that's the only equal face-off, motherfucker

MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM
MGM, man's getting money, I'm a walking ATM

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