Michael Economy lyrics

[Intro]
(BOOOKAAH!) Mike! Mike! Mobb!(#NXGGRGANG)
Red Eye Society In this b*tch, shout out to the Michael Mafia. I got some real mother f*ckers with me, Look
Lets get em

[Hook]
Riding through the Town, my n*ggas wildin' out
Young n*ggas gettin' it Mike Trout
Hustle, hustle, hustle thats what we about
MikeMobb.com b*tch check it out
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy
We gettin' money Michael Economy

[Verse 1: Aloha Rickie]
I think I'm Mike Economy stackin' chips
25/8 we on some gutter trappin' sh*t
The squad I'm with will come and snatch ya sh*t
Moving solutions any problems get to packin' sh*t
Its an eviction notice
The Town taking over
All of my n*ggas soldiers
We young Mike Sosas
Just trynna get my cheese
Dont make me have to Mold ya
Making this bread sweet
Like I work for Hostess
Ain't nothing better than
Stacking them dividens
Thank you Jesus, praise god, Amen
b*tch im in the game but I ain't playin'
Got an issue whelp little n*gga say some
Ill coach my young n*ggas to catch you slippin
Pull out them super soakers, squirt, and wet you n*gga
I'm stackin cheddar n*gga better then you'll ever be
I'm Uptown or Fo Town with them two Bs
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Yung Hadda]
Mike Mobb b*tch call me Mike Vegas
100 guns 300 clips n*gga im dangerous
Can't trust most of these n*ggas they got 5 faces
But Im a real n*gga fly times greatness
b*tch im sky scraping BBG that be the block
Smoked the f*ck out on probation whistle if you see the cops
From rags to riches
n*gga thats the mission
Im smoking hash prescriptions
Pulling all the baddest b*tches
Mollys n*gga I need two of those
All that sh*t they rap about we really do it tho
My lifes a movie or a musical
Money power and finesse thats what I do it fo'
Im riding through my city with a trusted few
Cause n*ggas get a taste of money and act f*ckin' new
I can't f*ck with you and I can't f*ck with that
Mike Mobb Bennett Block b*tch we on the map

[Hook]

[Verse 3: JayR]
n*ggas start trippin'
Ima put the clip in
I stay blowin' like a fan shop
My swag is so clean like it just got mopped
Making b*tches come back to me
n*gga thats a tragedy
How I make your b*tch come back to me
Trynna get some good D
Yeah she calls me daddy
And rides me like a caddy
Talking to these b*tches got them wet like a puddle
Making game plans n*gga get in the huddle
All my n*ggas f*ck with real toys
Making real noise
n*ggas be turnt up f*cked up not giving a f*ck about a hater
Your b*tch yeah I'll take her
She claim you a faker
I'm chasing paper
I'm chasing paper
Fresh clothes, fresh gun, fresh taper
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
I'm getting money
Got your b*tch in the room and I'm in her tummy