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conversations.value: Write me a song called M’$ with the following description: Track 15 off of Rocky’s second album At.Long.Last.A$AP produced by Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. & Mike Dean.
  This is the album version of the song. The single version released with a second Rocky Verse and no verse from Lil Wayne. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E. co-produced by Mike Dean]
  [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  P.O
  One time for A$AP Yams
  Let's go
  [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
  What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
  Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
  It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
  That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
  (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
  Mothafucka better blast that shit
  Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
  Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
  Flacko makes sales of the perico
  She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
  'Member, I ain't ever have no home
  Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
  Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!!!)
  I was trappin' off at least like three phones
  Me and Yams made the plan
  Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
  Way before I became myself
  I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man
  It's like lately I ain't myself
  I'd rather hang myself before I play myself
  I tell her, "throw on the dress with the pinstripes"
  Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
  Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
  Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
  Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
  But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
  Sex and hoes, best of both, girls and girls, perpetual
  Sippin' slow, Texas throwed, 
  comma, I'm about decimals
  Chill and get faded, I'm surprised that we made it
  Young niggas know the sky's the limit
  All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
  Chill and get faded, shit, I'm surprised that we made it
  Nowadays stress overrated
  All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded [Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
  I wanna see you take it all off
  And she just wanna make it harder
  And we just end up takin' longer
  Can't impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds
  [Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
  Talkin' about M's
  Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
  Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
  Nigga, talkin' bout M's
  Nigga, talkin' bout M's
  Nigga, talkin' bout M's
  Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
  Talkin' bout M's
  [Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
  It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, nigga
  Talkin' 'bout M's
  See the same thing all up in my bank account
  M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
  And my YouTube account say the same amount
  M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Money talk and dogs bark
  I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
  Lambo, brand new Lambo
  With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
  I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
  I swear niggas better wear riot gear
  Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh
  I re-up tonight, I'ma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight
  Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw a three up in time
  Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight
  Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
  Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
  Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
  You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white
  I got pink, I got pints, I got lean, I got ice
  I got needles and pipes, I got clean, I got right
  I got mean, I got nice, that's that Tina and Ike
  I don't lean on her price, I don't cheat on her price
  Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
  I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
  And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
  S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
  Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
  I eat seafood and steak
  But girl, I'ma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
  But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
  I love my BM's, I love my YM
   
  ain't no more CM
  Let's pluck out the stems,
   let's fuck like a nymph
  She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah
  We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
  See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
  Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi