Jabroni Lyrics - Alchemist

Migos 

Mac Miller 

I growed up lookin' at the wrestlin' 

I found out they were fake and started hustlin' 

(hustle) 

Mama told me if you put the muscle in 

You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions 

M and M 

Call it M and M's 

M and M 

M and M's 

M and M 

You gon make a lot of fuckin' millions 

Call it M and Ms 

M and M 

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Chinchilla on this hundred degrees 

All this ice on, body on freeze 

Came up, runnin' from the police 

Now I got the M and M's 

I tell them pigs "freeze" 

Remember bad bitches 

Used to want me, spendin' cheese 

Now I'm on TV I get the pussy for free 

And I like my money straight 

No perm, just for me 

If you try to catch a whip 

Me, I'm out your league 

Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed 

I took your hoe and had to put her on her knees 

Water boat her mouth is like the seas 

The pussy got me seasick 

I need some Dramamine 

Photos 

My dreams was driving a Phantom 

In reality I was trapping 

All the robberies and kidnapping 

It's a dirty game, you need a napkin 

When you got millions they try to assassin 

When it come to music I got passion 

We legendary, not the average 

Takeoff 

All my niggas that dreamed I'd put on my loui vuittons 

And red carpet scene 

All around tryna make somewhere, had to sort the fame, had to pick the pot, Billie Jean 

I was a regular nigga 

Now people call me a celebrity nigga 

Walking around with the M and M nigga 

They call me invincible nigga 

Feeling like peter parker walking around with the peppers im might go and pet me a nigga 

Pull up in the bently with bulletproof windows, niggas selling out the staples center 

My homies told me "Stop being modest and stunt a little" 

Cause most of these rappers just rapping 

They never touched a mill 

I'm just being honest 

This God, he made us privates to profits 

No other option 

My pockets is on the Uncle Phil 

Bitches audition for me, I keep them running drills 

Ain't no controlling these hoes, domes is mentally ill 

Death to the enemy 

Ain't no arrest to the death of me 

Got a lock, penitentiary 

Money mountains, Beverly Hills (woah) 

It's Mac of all trades 

Anything you need, shit I have it all day 

It's big cash and small change 

Going fast in all lanes 

They was sleeping on me, but I gotthem adderal awake now 

There's no denying me 

Bonifire fire every time I speak 

The jam, one man dynasty (woah) 

Why you so sensitive, feminine? 

I've arrived, let me in motherfucker 

God damn 

I growed up lookin' at the wrestling 

I found out they were fake and started hustlin' 

(hustle) 

Mama told me if you put the muscle in 

You gonna make a lot of fuckin' millions