Midas

Look at me
Gold chain on me like my name Midas
Cocaine on me cuz I got white shit
Carry the team on my back
Matter of fact it's a wrap
Till I got arthritis
Poker chips all on the table
We do it all with no label
Standing on top of my money
Your girl looking funny
Like I'm the fucking King of Babel
Y'all fuckers old and I'm with the new
Yeah I got that currency
I'm showing you out like I'm saying goodbye
Look yeah, this shit's a courtesy
I get that capital she finna cap a lil yeah
But she let me hit for free
I'm giving her babies
Her mouth foam like rabies
Turn the club into a nursery

Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They screaming and yelling my name
Yeah bitch, till they got bronchitis
Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They dreaming and selling the fame
Yeah bitch, you can't get like this

Mainstream man I'm in between
We fucking commercially
Face cream, it's a nightly routine
She tell me come here, you'll see
I'm making deposits
You know I'm a prophet
You know she the bottom
And she wanna top it
Top of the charts and top of the treasury
Play with the kitty and I give her pedigree
I'm all about the fucking income
Call you out and then I'ma win some
I'm devout and this is my kingdom
Shoot you in the head just like you Lincoln
You stinking, what is you thinking
Though you were better but you just been deader
A chicken with feathers, your bitch yeah I get her
I only just met her
Let that sink in

Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They screaming and yelling my name
Yeah bitch, till they got bronchitis
Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They dreaming and selling the fame
Yeah bitch, you can't get like this
Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They screaming and yelling my name
Yeah bitch, till they got bronchitis
Midas, Midas, Midas, Midas
They dreaming and selling the fame
Yeah bitch, you can't get like this



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Writer(s): Max Church
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