Money Makin Mitch

In the hood they call me money making Mitch (money making Mitch)
Ace Boogie got them bricks (Boogie got them bricks)
Cross me and I'll do your ass like Rico
Crackers stop the car and that's a guaranteed Rico (a guaranteed Rico)
Hold up, hold on Skinny, let the beat breathe
Let me, let me catch that bitch one more time I like that right there

Alright, Come on
Aye, Crackers stop the car and that's a guaranteed Rico
Frank Lucas dope, got it cheaper than the chicos
Forty-Five when I'm looking through the peephole
He tried to buy a nine, but I'm only selling kilos
Try to foul me and I'm pulling up at the free throw
Stephen Curry Dope shooting threes in the dope hole
Left wrist froze, thirties on the vert gold
Drought season bitch, coming through and we get all the hoes
Drought season bitch, niggas broke we got all the dope
Candy blue vet, bad red bitch pink toes
Headed out of town whole way I'm getting deep throat
Dope boy, I'll take a brick over a freak hoe (any day)
Florida boy, bitch I'm in a donk fuck a lambo (fuck a lambo)
Street niggas, riding round with guns like we Rambo (like I'm Rambo)
First mean mug we gonna bust a nigga cantaloupe (fye)
Fuck a 38 everybody tote stendos
All my niggas in the game like Nintendo
Fuck a hand to hand, I'm just gonna throw it thru your window
Road Runna trapping in the whip fuck a bando (fuck a bando)
Pistol play, toting two guns like I'm Django (like I'm Jane Doe)
Click clack stretch a nigga ass like some playdoh (like some playdoh)
Skrt Skrt stretch the whole brick like the last O
Told them fuck niggas I was finna blow (yea)
Tried to drop a diss, I had to fuck his hoe
Niggas go to hating when the trap slow
That's the same way a nigga get his back broke (get ya back broke)
Front door now we running out the back door
Book me for a show I'm pulling up, nigga trap closed
Mix that dope money, rap money, make ya sack grow
Pull the latch, push the button nigga top gone (yea)
I'm jugging 8 cars, jugging 4 phones
I got three bitches, I got four hoes (I got four hoes)
I got ten spots but I got two homes (I got two homes)
I got ten bricks but I got twelve gone (I got twelve gone)
I'm jugging all night fuck if twelve on
Bitch steady blowing up my phone but I ain't coming home
Look like everybody sleep so I'm on my own
I got two hundred on the dash cracker leave me lone

In the hood they call me money making Mitch (money making Mitch nigga)
Ace Boogie got them bricks (got them bricks nigga)
Cross me and I'll do your ass like Rico
Crackers stop the car and that's a guaranteed Rico (a guaranteed Rico)
Hold up, hold on Skinny, let the beat breathe
Let me, let me catch that bitch one more time, I like that right there



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Writer(s): Reuel Walker
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