Money MItch lyrics

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse]
Knock, knock, n*gga, here come the landlord
Better have that cash today or it's done for
On IG she a whole bad b*tch with a new Porsche
Pulled up on a n*gga in a motherf*ckin' Honda Accord
Heard the drank came in, n*gga, who I gotta talk to?
Heard the n*gga sneak dissing, who I send some shots to?
Walked in, bought the whole store, it was super cool
This b*tch a hard seven and a half, but her head's super drooly
Okay, the cash coming in, now I need some jewelry
I just spent some stack on some shoes that look like Osiris
He did some Bow Wow sh*t up in the club, the n*gga named Byron
He sweared to God he was getting money, that n*gga died when he put that up on the Bible
Streaming stats on TuneCore, I'ma put that on my rivals
f*cking this b*tch who work at Tidal
n*gga, I'm hot just like Towelie
With my glizzy, spot 'em, got 'em
Made that n*gga do the beep-bop
On IG, got a bust down, real life, he got a G-Shock
Crazy man, these Vetements, thousand dollar Reeboks
I could never show my hands, that's just how we rock
I just charged a n*gga extra 'cause the drank is re-rock
She said, "Lil' Moe, you special," and proceed to suck the c*ck
She said her man inside asleep, I pulled up loud-ass Trackhawk
Chopper make him lean back, that's that Joey Crack talk
That n*gga capped until he died, that's why that n*gga went to hell
Thought he had an SRT Jeep, this n*gga pulled up, it said, "Trail"
They like, "Say that sh*t again," these hoes love how I be talking
Yes, I'm high and my truck lifted
Hold on this n*gga spittin'
Six b*tches, Girls Gone Wild
Got this little Asian b*tch and the pus*y go Gangnam Style
Glizzy punch him like Kung Pao
I done shot the don dada bumbaclot, they go wild
Got this lil' Jamaican b*tch, I'm workin' on my style
We can't find the don dada, then his partner catch the rounds
You want some cash, then get a clue
Pink 10, Majin Buu
I ain't got no boss, player
Shake back don't be no hater
I done took some losses, player
Bounced back a month later
734 on the beat
Dwayne Wade, keep the heat
b*tch tryna keep the skeet
Horton in between her teeth
Mad money, Queen Latif'
Bag funny, you can't beef
Got a bag full of gas, your gas tank on E
No drank, can't sleep
Four door, one deep
Photos, no, please
We just tryna eat
One more RP
I'ma hit my peak
3K in my P
My b*tch a Bachelorette
She seen me and broke a sweat
Seen the car and they broke they neck
These n*ggas small soldiers, so they get small checks
It's the Drank Baby
He need a feature, pay me
Guns like the Navy
I need a f*cking agent
I'ma make her famous
Diamonds dancing, danglin'
n*ggas can't take it
Too much cash, strippers had to rake it
Turnt right up on these n*ggas, how he do that?
n*gga ran up, send his ass right to the gulag
Crying over that ho like Halloween, n*gga, get your boo back
Who the f*ck stole my RP? n*gga, I need my boo back
It used to be Vienna, now a n*gga tired of lobster
How the f*ck you still on IG and you know who robbed you?
Today is looking foggy, but the diamonds is still clear
n*gga feeling salty, I'm in his b*tch mouth like veneers
I'ma talk my sh*t
High as f*ck in the Rolls truck, I ran it in a ditch
I'm going too fast for n*ggas, slow it down a bit
I'm broke, baby, Money Mitch