MMM

[Intro]
Uh, look
Daleon
Okay
Okay

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a bitch
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 shit 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 nigga zipping up a body bag
I just bumped Ashanti, yeah I'm in my Irv Gotti bag
Niggas 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 bitch into a Mozzy fan
Nigga 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 bitch, forreal

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a bitch
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 shit 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 niggas 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 fuck on me
If he hating on me then fuck homie
I ain't ever tried to give a fuck, homie
Worth a mill, still ride around with $2,000 worth of drugs on me
I pray my niggas never fold on me
All my niggas getting old on me
Money Making Mitch
Fuck and take your bitch
I love and hate this bitch
And I'll never pay this bitch, nigga

[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
Nigga, that's a free throw
Riding on rims as big as my ego
You pay for the pussy, I blam for the free, though
I'm keeping it P, though
I don't have a shoulder to lean on
Type of shit 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 don it again
Drop a album tomorrow, still fuckin' on fans
Walk out of the bank going live on the 'Gram

[Chorus: T.F]
Shining like a bitch
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 shit for Mitch
I'm sliding with the Loc's
Let's get it