Commas lyrics

by

Ma$e


[Hook: Ma$e]
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
We ain’t talking no bands n*gga, we ain’t talking no bands n*gga
We ain’t talking no bands n*gga, we ain’t talking no bands n*gga
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas, money
I need commas after my commas, commas after my commas
We ain’t talking no bands n*gga, we ain’t talking no bands n*gga
We ain’t talking no bands n*gga, we ain’t talking no bands

[Verse 1: Moonie]
I got polo on my body, but I’m talking ferarri
White girl in the party, mary jane won’t you meet molly
Couldn’t feel no better, hunned thous on my sweater
n*ggas say they cold, just a little bit under the weather
I mean, you done sh*ts y’all leathers, get your sh*t together
I gave you n*ggas some time, now I got a vendetta
Damn n*ggas is basic, with the chapagne imported
Possoms get arranged and then they get recorded
See them diamonds they dance n*gga, f*cking up your plans n*gga
Feel like David Ruffin, cause we ain’t talking no bands n*gga

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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
pus*y n*gga I hope you loosin sleep
That old money still new to me
I take a shower with a sexy broad
I put a thousand on a debit card
Birdman, let me hold a million bucks
He gave it to me, didn’t even asked for what
Yeah, that’s how we do ymcmb, yeah
Checkin n*ggas like an ID
Commas after my commas, try me n*gga that’s trauma
Find pus*y hairs in my vomit
I’m the don not Imus, me and them broke n*ggas
We ain’t got nothing in common
I promise I’ll never go broke, and never break that promise
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[Verse 3: Count]
I’m in the hood on defense, my range rover is a v10
Locked up in this county jail, can't post bail cuz it's the weekend
Got a pretty lil redbone, I can’t wait to sink my teeth in
You got guns, we got guns, f*ck it n*gga, it’s beef then
Yeah boy I got young mula, keep a couple them young shooters
We the one we aiming them choppers at
My pockets fat like the young Luther
Can’t afford this jewelry, put their chains towards gratuity
Yeah these b*tches know I’m checkin bags
Like airport security
I got commas after commas, all in that order
While you n*ggas chasing bands like concert promoters

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