Caskey wastes no time on the hard-hitting Fine Art intro, “Mgm.” Over the suspenseful, folk-sampling beat produced by Tony Choc, the rapper spits two verses laced with metaphors, punchlines, and references to his accomplishments.
The song’s title is the first of many nods on Fine Art to Las Vegas a...
[Verse 1]
Ayy, always been a black sheep, strugglin' 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 workin' 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 contemplatin' from the stands
Workin' on my own weed strands
Rappers buyin' 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 playin' red-rover on the defense
And I'm on the other sidе wearin' body armor
And it's made of spikes, is your lifе worth your fightin' honor?
The contract for multi-millions where I sign the corner
And best believe I still retain my place as fuckin' 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)
[Chorus]
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
[Verse 2]
No Iann Dior, but I'm gone off this Christian Dior
Keep it three hunnid at the board meetin', meetin' Lyor
I'm blowin' up this year and packin' 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 hoppin' 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 rollin' 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
[Chorus]
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
MGM, man's gettin' money, I'm a walkin' ATM
Mgm was produced by Tony Choc.
Me and my girl painted that painting that the face is coming out of […] That whole message of that video is I’m faceless, and I’m looking at my face […] I like the idea of being like, “I’m nothing, I’m just my art,” you know, like, the true self is coming out of the art. And then in the second half,...