Money Mitchin'
Wait a minute, can't stop, I won't wait a minute
Foreign cars and I'm racing in it
Foreign broads tryna' take a visit
Hold up, wait a minute
How your pockets long when your money midget
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Going back and forth you in your feelings
I just breathe in the mic get a million
How you say you real when you been squealing
If I up this bitch swear I won't feel it
It's Dior when I step in the building
Niggas watching my glock I concealed it
If I pop with this chop ain't no healing
We tryna' send him to the ceiling
I'm going up going that way
Brown bills I get the racks aye
Street nigga trap like Frank Saint
If you love me could you meet me halfway
I'm tryna find my pathway
Smoking on gas, yeah that dank
Mama said that I'm getting too rich
I'm like is that a bad thing
Boy don't let them racks get to your head now
I got choppas' aiming at your head and leg now
That hoe wanna fuck on me cause I got dreads now
That hoe wanna fuck on me cause I got dreads now
Wait a minute, can't stop, I won't wait a minute
Foreign cars and I'm racing in it
Foreign broads tryna' take a visit
Hold up, wait a minute
How your pockets long when your money midget
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Foreign cars and I'm racing in it
Foreign broads tryna' take a visit
Hold up, wait a minute
How your pockets long when your money midget
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Going back and forth you in your feelings
I just breathe in the mic get a million
How you say you real when you been squealing
If I up this bitch swear I won't feel it
It's Dior when I step in the building
Niggas watching my glock I concealed it
If I pop with this chop ain't no healing
We tryna' send him to the ceiling
I'm going up going that way
Brown bills I get the racks aye
Street nigga trap like Frank Saint
If you love me could you meet me halfway
I'm tryna find my pathway
Smoking on gas, yeah that dank
Mama said that I'm getting too rich
I'm like is that a bad thing
Boy don't let them racks get to your head now
I got choppas' aiming at your head and leg now
That hoe wanna fuck on me cause I got dreads now
That hoe wanna fuck on me cause I got dreads now
Wait a minute, can't stop, I won't wait a minute
Foreign cars and I'm racing in it
Foreign broads tryna' take a visit
Hold up, wait a minute
How your pockets long when your money midget
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
Paid in full I been money mitchin'
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Writer(s): Tyrelle Komepule
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