Intro

Intro

MM, what's that?
We Mastermind All-Stars
Yeah we Mastermind All-Stars, MM

[Verse 1]
First things first
Fuck you niggas, broke boys annoy me
A lot of niggas hate me
I'm probably dicking they shorty
Or the bitch they want to be with
But they can't be with
Water water diamonds the Audemar made me seasick
Was down on my dick now I tell hoes to eat it
Money expose niggas I swear that it made me see shit
Like how is that ya mans and he don't want to see take off
No hard feelings but now I'm popping and I hate y'all
I see all of these hundreds all in my radar
Niggas ain't seeing me dog
What's up Ray Charles
I can tell by your Instagram you a fraud
I only leave the house to get money and walk the dog
I'm the Stephane type and baby you fuck with Urcel
Who pockets out of shape 'cause he fuck with the wrong circle
I'm sorry for the wait but getting paid is my usual
If you the brokest nigga in the click then they using you
More clips then a movie crew
Pull up in a "What the fuck is that"
Press a button and watch the roof remove

[break 1]
You niggas do not want this shit man beep

[Verse 2]
I'm balling in this bitch I got my headband on
Band on ya head it's a dead man gone
Lay up on the chrome at ya head
Like a head to a comb
And if this bitch pussy week I gotta leave her alone
Fuck a hoe I chase paper
But you niggas love flashing little bitty roles that look smaller than waist shapers
Chanel the from next season
I hate waiting, I ain't patient
I throw bullets to yo field like I'm trey acman
Hail marry to the opposition
All my niggas in the top position
Other cats aren't the competition
Green beam on your taper
That's a money shot
All my young hoes love rappers
Call 'em Kyliee Jenner
All my diamonds in my watch are mentally ill
All my killers prepaid and strategically skilled
They like to crash parties
So In other words I know shooters that'll pull up on you quicker than a Über will
Fast forward if it's for a profit
I water balloon hoes
I wet 'em and pop 'em
A small dude with a huge pocket
I like to grind like I'm broke
And like to hustle like I ain't got it
Buy cars and crash 'em
Buy em again drive faster, strapped to my seat
Banging squad up Wayne on my way to the beach
With a Rihanna look alike chewing dick in the Jeep
I'm in Miami so much right
Got my Florida hoes all got me saved in they phone under south beach
I'm so froze, all this ice
I don't play no sports bitch but ball is life
Nigga We on
I get head from the same bitches the staters on the Pistons be paying to get they freak on
Be gone, I ain't the one you want to speak on
I'm the type to turn a boss nigga to a pion
Diamonds on my neck
Got diamonds on my neck
Broke up with my bitch and left diamonds on my ex
I'm a diamond by myself
I be Louis Vuitton modeling
You ain't seen it on me
It's probably because they ain't got it then
I might pull up in a powder Benz
Bad bitch from the Netherlands
I'm so fly that I don't ever land
She want another man
Play my role be the other man
Stretch her out and send her back to the other man
I the one the young niggas they knew was the truth
I made a plan for myself
I was new in the group
The reason I ain't fall of because I knew what to do
This a Givenchy 10 it's matching the shoes
Moved out to Atlanta Mercedes the coupe
A young nigga drilling all the fly bitches in school
And nigga fuck what you said
Floor seats at the game
I could smack Step Curry in the back of the head

[break 2]
See I'm supposed to be out making money or something right now
Niggas out been worried asking about this mixtape. Imma give it to you though (these niggas is toasters burning all of they bread up). It's 8ighti MM

[Verse 3]
These niggas is toasters burning all of they bread up
Only fuck a bitch once
If she don't give the head up
We bought the plug out
So if you want to cop what he was selling to you
Now you gotta come and beg us
Ain't no comparing to
Flyer than a parachute
My pair of shoes cost more than a trip to Paris do
My mama should've named me latex
Because I keep protection on me
Like I'm trying to practice safe sex
I'm from the jungle 500 my block
Purple in my Sprite 500 a pop
Got bitches on my line and they workin'
They charge a stack for the pussy
And 500 for top
When you rich you keep a happy mood
All of my niggas making hella moves
All of my hoes got an attitude
F N to his grill leave 'em barbecued
Bad bitches do what you tell em
When you Channel 'em
They begging for the hammer whenever I wanna nail em
I spent your life in this arm piece
And shine hard like I stole part of the sun to make the bezel
Hustling my abused talent
Getting sucked by bad bitches who'll never get fucked by you bastards
I'm at the light in a coupe faster
Then lighting when it strike
Jesus piece with the ice
I'm a new pastor
Pussy niggas hating on me
I'm in the club with a 20 ball
That's a cool Gray Payton on me
It's the one and only
I fucking hate it when you weird niggas call me bro if I ain't yo homie