Mida$

Woo Woo
Woooo

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist

I want the racks
Put the dough on the mat
I got em shaking their hips, that is how women react
Nigga don't fuck with my set, got the city on my back
All of your numbers are fake, pull up to my location

Iconic, is i
Pure it, its dry
Oh wait, I don't need lies
My bitches, they bite
Pull up on sight, my drank is right

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist

I need gold on my wrist
You a high risk
You can't chill with your highness
Im up top with bright lids

I don't care what you say
I can sip the Dusse when i want
Your girl aint too safe
I came popping and just see her when i want

House call, i got the touch don't doubt it dawg
I don't drop the ball
I pass it to Roy and he done with yall
Its like we ain't gotta try
Its a different kind of life
(rubber band gang fuck a bank nigga)
Fuck them other guys

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Charamba
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