Enigma ft. A Million Grams Lyrics

Mr put it on, came flyer than an eagle Ain't no layin' up, bitch, it's chili season

My young niggas known to get wild for no reason

He was cappin' all in, I had to beat him

OG, said she was comfortable, then leave her

I don't need a fridge, my nigga new freezer

Say that you was gettin' money,

I do not believe you

A one-night stand, another man's keeper

I was gettin' money back when niggas rocked beepers

High school, I was fuckin' my teachers

Stayed down, still blessed, money flowin'

Only want the bitch, she got a little ho up in her

One call and out, come to mopsticks Ain't talkin' Asian when I told, bro, grab the chopstick

We ain't playin' defense, we on offense

Fuck that peon shit, my niggas on boss shit

Enigma, Enigma

Bunch of M's all on my agenda

Mad bitches all on my agenda

Boss shit all on my agenda

Enigma, Enigma Spend most of my time in the kitchen

I tell her I don't love her, I don't mean it

I guess that's just part of my enigma

Five k in Cartier, copped the white and the platinum

Black rims on that bitch, sittin' staggered

Coke boys startin' to feel like I'm Frenchy My bitch bad spent 6K on the Frenchy

Money counter' broke, had to count it by hand

Scale dusty, got that shit on my hand

Ran through a thousand baggies, 500 rubber bands

White marble countertops, rose gold ceilin' fans

Got it slowin' in the slopes, but the temp one ten

Rollin' off that molly, now that bitch kicked in

You ain't really gang, you ain't really locked in

I should be on ESPN top ten

No, I'm movin' by the sixers like I'm Julius Irving

Rollin' up a wood while I peek through the curtains

I'm in it for the money, it just came with the fame stackin' every penny, unky pay me in change

Enigma, Enigma

Bunch of M's all on my agenda

Mad bitches all on my agenda

Boss shit all on my agenda

Enigma, Enigma

Spend most of my time in the kitchen

I tell her I don't love her, I don't mean it

I guess that's just part of my Enigma