Midas Touch

Yeah 400
You you you
You caught me red handed like Elmo
I'm red handed like Elmo
I'm red handed like red handed like red handed like

You caught me red handed like Elmo
I'm one-of-a-kind, they don't sell those
Do the money dance when I sell shows
I'm really 6k's best bro
I blow my brains out with that cap
I molly water down my jacks
I'll rest in peace when I see my name on a hundred platinum plaques
That's fax no cap
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine puts me in another galaxy
LSD give me clarity
Clap that bitch from the back she on her knees
Half black with a side of rice she blackanese
All night Boom Boom Pow like Black Eyed Peas
Next level shit, let's go

I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout to take all you mutts to the kennel yeah
This is just the start, I ain't even hit the pedal

All you thought that I wasn't making hits
Ah well, when I drop I know you'll save that shit
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
All you thought that I wasn't proper
Till I got the Midas touch, Kanye and Rihanna
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it

I'm back with a vengeance
Fix up look sharp for the entrance
If I ain't on seven by three five I'm out
I ain't fucking with a pension
I just push-start like a new engine
New decade, I'm in a new dimension
My money go long like extension clip in the AK, you gon' feel this spray
Before anyone else I call that bae
Your pretty boy self I call that gay
I spin your girl like blades of bey
And buck her like bull olé olé
Ain't got much else to say
My face so numb but the pain go away
And the devil just got new tricks
Cos I don't think anything I took gonna mix

I'm on a different level, the K-Town rebel
I'm on my demon shit, call me Deezy Devil
I'm 'bout to take all you mutts to the kennel yeah
This is just the start, I ain't even hit the pedal

All you thought that I wasn't making hits
Ah well, when I drop I know you'll save that shit
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
All you thought that I wasn't proper
Till I got the Midas touch, Kanye and Rihanna
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it
We gon' make it make it, we gon' make it make it

We gon' make it make it
We gon'



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Writer(s): Darcy May
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