[Intro: Mac Miller & Quavo]
Ahh
Yeahh, Migos
Mac Miller, huh

[Hook: Quavo]
I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin' (The Rock!)
I found it was fake and started hustlin' (Hustle!)
Momma told me if you put the muscle in (Momma!)
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions (M&Ms!)
Call it M&Ms, M&M (M&Ms!), M&Ms, M&M (M&Ms!)
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms (M&Ms!), M&M

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo
Chinchilla on, it's a hundred degrees (Brr!)
All this ice on, body on freeze (Brr!)
Came up runnin' from the police (Twelve)
Now I got the M&Ms, I tell the pig freeze (M&Ms!)
Remember bad bitches used to want me spendin' cheese (Bags)
Now I'm on TV, I get the pussy just for free (TV!)
And I like my money straight, no perm, just for me
If you try to catch up with me, yeah I'm out your league
Went and copped the Lambo just for the speed (Skrrt, skrrt)
I took your ho and had to put her on her knees (Smash)
Row your boat, her mouth is water like the sea
The pussy got me sea-sick, I need some Dramamine
[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Mydreams was drivin' the Phantom (Dreams)
In reality, I was just trappin' (Reality)
All the robberies and the kidnappin'
It's a dirty game, you need a napkin (Dirty)
When you got millions, they'll try to assassin (Assassin)
When it come to music, got a passion (Passion)
We legendary, not the average (Legend)

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Takeoff
All of my n***as had dreams, I put on my Louboutin, in red carpet scene
On the block, tryna' make some work, had to serve the fiend
Had to pick the pot, Billie Jean (Huh)
I was a regular n***a, now people call me a celebrity n***a (Whoa)
Walkin' around with the M&M, M&M n***as
They call me a decimal n***a (M&M)
Feeling like Peter Piper walkin' around with 'em peppers
I might go and pet me a n***a
Pull up in the Bentley with bulletproof windows
Migos sellin' out the Staples Center

[Verse 4: Mac Miller]
My homies told me stop being modest and stunt a lil'
'Cause most of these rappers just rap, and they never touch a mil
I'm just being honest, 'cause God, he done made us prophets
To profit, no other option, my pockets is onto Uncle Phil
Bitches audition for me, I keep 'em runnin' drills
Ain't no controllin' these ho's, the dome is mentally ill
Death to the enemy, ain't no rest 'til the death of me
Got it locked, penitentiary
Money mountains, Beverly Hills
Whoa, it's Mac of all trades
Anything you need, shit I have it all day
It's big cash and small change, goin' fast in all lanes
They was sleepin' on me, but I got 'em Adderall awake now
There's no denying me, bonified fire every time I speak
The champ, one man dynasty, whoa
Why you so sensitive, feminine?
I've arrived, let me in motherfucker
God damn
[Hook: Quavo]
I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin' (The Rock!)
I found it was fake and started hustlin' (Hustle!)
Momma told me if you put the muscle in (Momma!)
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions (M&Ms!)
Call it M&Ms, M&M (M&Ms!), M&Ms, M&M (M&Ms!)
You gon' make a lot of fuckin' millions
Call it M&Ms (M&Ms!), M&M