MMM

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, look Daleon Okay Okay [Chorus: T.F] Shining like a bitch Grinding like I'm broke If it's money on the wood Then it's money on the floor Uh, Money Making Mitch A hundred thousand on him I said I do this shit for Mitch I'm sliding with the Loc's Let's get it [Verse 1: T.F] High power, I'm the politician, this a campaign It's a landslide for the competition, wave the white flag This beat sounding like a nigga zipping up a body bag I just bumped Ashanti, yeah I'm in my Irv Gotti bag Niggas got him mad Sliding around in a hockey mask leaving body bags I do bank licks, yeah I'm usually counting sloppy cash Foreign whip like a penthouse Sliding around getting sloppy head The first time I seen a wrist whip He turned that bitch into a Mozzy fan Nigga stop playing, Killa! [Verse 2: Bale] Honor the gift, I'm talking outside of my fit Heard that boy went bad but I know valuable Crips I'm still picking up dollars 'cause I needed a lift And everybody got a tipper 'til that nina go click I'm the voice of the section, this a pivotal shift I took 28 shells, they say I'm living a myth Admire the fit, my prize is the profit, get rich You said you lied, please stop it Ain't policing no bitch, forreal [Chorus: T.F] Shining like a bitch Grinding like I'm broke If it's money on the wood Then it's money on the floor Uh, Money Making Mitch A hundred thousand on him I said I do this shit for Mitch I'm sliding with the Loc's Let's get it [Verse 3: Trizz] Yeah, I'd die 'fore I'm getting no money Still living off of old money Dumb niggas like to throw money Work a 9 to 5? You get slow money She smell the dope when she hug on me Ride around and then fuck on me If he hating on me then fuck homie I ain't ever tried to give a fuck, homie Worth a mill, still ride around with $2,000 worth of drugs on me I pray my niggas never fold on me All my niggas getting old on me Money Making Mitch Fuck and take your bitch I love and hate this bitch And I'll never pay this bitch, nigga [Verse 4: 2 Eleven] Caught a pack from the migos and then I went legal The price of a kilo ain't worth getting hit with a RICO Running a play like I'm D-Lo I'm keeping it G, though Nigga, that's a free throw Riding on rims as big as my ego You pay for the pussy, I blam for the free, though I'm keeping it P, though I don't have a shoulder to lean on Type of shit I just be on Money Making Deuce My hustle bulletproof A half of million dollars cash Appraised 250 in jewelry Yeah, pay me in full, that's supply and demand Distribute, collect and I do it again Drop a album tomorrow, still fuckin' on fans Walk out of the bank going live on the 'Gram [Chorus: T.F] Shining like a bitch Grinding like I'm broke If it's money on the wood Then it's money on the floor Uh, Money Making Mitch A hundred thousand on him I said I do this shit for Mitch I'm sliding with the Loc's Let's get it