MMM lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, look
Daleon
Okay
Okay

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a b*tch
Grinding like I'm broke
If it's money on the wood
Then it's money on the floor
Uh, Money Making Mitch
A hundred thousand on him
I said I do this sh*t for Mitch
I'm sliding with the Loc's
Let's get it

[Verse 1: T.F]
High power, I'm the politician, this a campaign
It's a landslide for the competition, wave the white flag
This beat sounding like a n*gga zipping up a body bag
I just bumped Ashanti, yeah I'm in my Irv Gotti bag
n*ggas got him mad
Sliding around in a hockey mask leaving body bags
I do bankless, yeah I'm usually counting sloppy cash
Foreign whip like a penthouse
Sliding around getting sloppy head
The first time I seen a wrist whip
He turned that b*tch into a Mozzy fan
n*gga stop playing, Killa!
[Verse 2: Bale]
Honor the gift, I'm talking outside of my fit
Heard that boy went bad but I know valuable Crips
I'm still picking up dollars 'cause I needed a lift
And everybody got a tipper 'til that nina go click
I'm the voice of the section, this a pivotal shift
I took 28 shells, they say I'm living a myth
Admire the fit, my prize is the profit, get rich
You said you lied, please stop it
Ain't policing no b*tch, forreal

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a b*tch
Grinding like I'm broke
If it's money on the wood
Then it's money on the floor
Uh, Money Making Mitch
A hundred thousand on him
I said I do this sh*t for Mitch
I'm sliding with the Loc's
Let's get it

[Verse 3: Trizz]
Yeah, I'd die 'fore I'm getting no money
Still living off of old money
Dumb n*ggas like to throw money
Work a 9 to 5? You get slow money
She smell the dope when she hug on me
Ride around and then f*ck on me
If he hating on me then f*ck homie
I ain't ever tried to give a f*ck, homie
Worth a mill, still ride around with $2,000 worth of drugs on me
I pray my n*ggas never fold on me
All my n*ggas getting old on me
Money Making Mitch
f*ck and take your b*tch
I love and hate this b*tch
And I'll never pay this b*tch, n*gga
[Verse 4: 2 Eleven]
Caught a pack from the migos and then I went legal
The price of a kilo ain't worth getting hit with a RICO
Running a play like I'm D-Lo
I'm keeping it G, though
n*gga, that's a free throw
Riding on rims as big as my ego
You pay for the pus*y, I blam for the free, though
I'm keeping it P, though
I don't have a shoulder to lean on
Type of sh*t I just be on
Money Making Deuce
My hustle bulletproof
A half of million dollars cash
Appraised 250 in jewelry
Yeah, pay me in full, that's supply and demand
Distribute, collect and I do it again
Drop a album tomorrow, still f*ckin' on fans
Walk out of the bank going live on the 'Gram

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a b*tch
Grinding like I'm broke
If it's money on the wood
Then it's money on the floor
Uh, Money Making Mitch
A hundred thousand on him
I said I do this sh*t for Mitch
I'm sliding with the Loc's
Let's get it