Midas Touch

[Intro]
Look

[Chorus]
You ain’t gotta say too much
Girl you know the vibe is up
Gold on my neck and she link up
Quick got the Midas touch
I can’t get too emotional
'Cause I'm done with all the fake love
Look at my wrist and it told me it's my time
Bitch, your time is up

[Verse 1]
Ain't no hand outs
Ain't no free lunch
Life hit hard like a Tyson punch
But I moonwalk like Mike, I'm gone
If you got my word then it’s said and done
I'ma need O's if you talk funds
Add a few O's when we talk sums
Lumps in the bag no Santa Claus
And I stand on my racks 'til I touch that sun
No AC had to scrape up crumbs
Had to heat up and I made shit run
One in a milli, I'm like no one
Fuck what you think, I'm like so what
Francis pull up to that two, one, three
Toronto to LA, yeah, bro link up
I hit the plug and I go re-up
Then I'm back on my flow what they know me for

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta say too much, girl
You know the vibe is up (Say lеss)
Gold on my neck and she link up
Quick got the Midas touch (Link up)
I can't gеt too emotional
'Cause I'm done with all the fake love (I'm done with it)
Look at my wrist and it told me it's my time
Bitch, your time is up (Hold up)

[Verse 2]
I told her wait
I penetrate, I infiltrate
Touching the block, I motivate
Touching the guap, ain't been the same
Yuh, light out the cave
Hop in the challenger, ride out to Dre
Yuh, God got a plan
I pull up for steak and she mad that I'm late
Look ill Korean gon' turn faces
They don't know it yet, but I learned patience
She throw it back, okay, okay
She make it clap and that's ovation
I'm upgraded soul wavy
I'm so faded, I'm stargazing
First born so I hold the weight
Nobody came and did me no favors
Like bitch, I wanna chill on a beach front
Sit in my Eames reading the news
New Maserati you keep one switch
Switching position in Nissan
She couldn't wait fill up the tank
Then I be off to the east side

[Chorus]
You ain't gotta say too much
Girl, you know the vibe is up (Say less)
Gold on my neck and she link up
Quick got the Midas touch (Link up)
I can't get too emotional
'Cause I'm done with all the fake love (I'm done with it)
Look at my wrist and it told me it's my time
Bitch, your time is up (Hold up)