Young Nudy - Nudy Land

Money Makin Mitch

(Hahahaha)
I've been see you boom up in the Black Saab
With the gold Vv's man, I said "Damn
This dickety-stick is really makin' this money
He's really makin' money man," you understand?
Listen, hey, It ain't just about the money
It's not
You know what it's about?
It's about fuckin' those skeezers like that right there
It's about drivin' the fly-ass cars
And it's definitely about never dressin' like a nigga like you, man

Movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
Fly society, young nigga wanna be rich
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout Rollies on, gold chains, ooh it glist'
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch

Big plays in the freeway, yeah we trickin'
I'm tryna get rich, yeah I'm doin' this and this
I'm talkin' 'bout finesse, and jugg this and jugg this
Ran off with his shit, shoot him for a brick
Man fuck that, I told my mom I wan' be rich
Money makin' wrist, wanna see my Rollie glist'
I ain't playin' nigga, and I don't fuck with no snitch
Fuck with a snitch then your clique fall quick
I keep that shit one hundred everything that I did
Everything I did man I did it for my kid
I got a daughter, and ain't no motherfuckin' starter
And I ain't got no drugs, so I'ma ride 'round with this carbon

Movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
Fly society, young nigga wanna be rich
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout Rollies on, gold chains, ooh it glist'
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch

See I ain't gon' flex, man society had me fucked up, I was O-Dawg
But then I seen Paid in Full, and then I got low, dawg
Shit, I thought about money makin' Mitch
Fuck Rico, he went out bad, turned into a snitch
Ace went out like a bitch, he got took all his shit
Shit, I feel like money makin' Mitch
Tryna get this money dawg, I swear I wanna be rich
Ride on them bikes, drop the windows, hop the ships
Tell my main bitch, is that your bitch, she on my dick
Fly shit, they tried my slime money makin' Mitch
Yeah you know me, I'm still kickin' that shit
And yeah I'm still slimin' niggas at the same time bitch

Movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
Fly society, young nigga wanna be rich
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout movin' bales, movin' gas, movin' bricks
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch
I'm talkin' 'bout Rollies on, gold chains, ooh it glist'
Money makin' Mitch, money makin' Mitch

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Writer(s): Quantavious T. Thomas, Jordan Timothy Jenks
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