Money MItch

Lyrics

[Intro] (Nick on the track) [Verse] Knock, knock, nigga, here come the landlord Better have that cash today or it's done for On IG she a whole bad bitch with a new Porsche Pulled up on a nigga in a motherfuckin' Honda Accord Heard the drank came in, nigga, who I gotta talk to? Heard the nigga sneak dissing, who I send some shots to? Walked in, bought the whole store, it was super cool This bitch a hard seven and a half, but her head's super drooly Okay, the cash coming in, now I need some jewelry I just spent some stack on some shoes that look like Osiris He did some Bow Wow shit up in the club, the nigga named Byron He sweared to God he was getting money, that nigga died when he put that up on the Bible Streaming stats on TuneCore, I'ma put that on my rivals Fucking this bitch who work at Tidal Nigga, I'm hot just like Towelie With my glizzy, spot 'em, got 'em Made that nigga do the beep-bop On IG, got a bust down, real life, he got a G-Shock Crazy man, these Vetements, thousand dollar Reeboks I could never show my hands, that's just how we rock I just charged a nigga extra 'cause the drank is re-rock She said, "Lil' Moe, you special," and proceed to suck the cock She said her man inside asleep, I pulled up loud-ass Trackhawk Chopper make him lean back, that's that Joey Crack talk That nigga capped until he died, that's why that nigga went to hell Thought he had an SRT Jeep, this nigga pulled up, it said, "Trail" They like, "Say that shit again," these hoes love how I be talking Yes, I'm high and my truck lifted Hold on this nigga spittin' Six bitches, Girls Gone Wild Got this little Asian bitch and the pussy go Gangnam Style Glizzy punch him like Kung Pao I done shot the don dada bumbaclot, they go wild Got this lil' Jamaican bitch, I'm workin' on my style We can't find the don dada, then his partner catch the rounds You want some cash, then get a clue Pink 10, Majin Buu I ain't got no boss, player Shake back don't be no hater I done took some losses, player Bounced back a month later 734 on the beat Dwayne Wade, keep the heat Bitch tryna keep the skeet Horton in between her teeth Mad money, Queen Latif' Bag funny, you can't beef Got a bag full of gas, your gas tank on E No drank, can't sleep Four door, one deep Photos, no, please We just tryna eat One more RP I'ma hit my peak 3K in my P My bitch a Bachelorette She seen me and broke a sweat Seen the car and they broke they neck These niggas small soldiers, so they get small checks It's the Drank Baby He need a feature, pay me Guns like the Navy I need a fucking agent I'ma make her famous Diamonds dancing, danglin' Niggas can't take it Too much cash, strippers had to rake it Turnt right up on these niggas, how he do that? Nigga ran up, send his ass right to the gulag Crying over that ho like Halloween, nigga, get your boo back Who the fuck stole my RP? Nigga, I need my boo back It used to be Vienna, now a nigga tired of lobster How the fuck you still on IG and you know who robbed you? Today is looking foggy, but the diamonds is still clear Nigga feeling salty, I'm in his bitch mouth like veneers I'ma talk my shit High as fuck in the Rolls truck, I ran it in a ditch I'm going too fast for niggas, slow it down a bit I'm broke, baby, Money Mitch