Money MItch

[Intro]
(Nick on the track)

[Verse]
Knock, knock, nigga, here come the landlord
Better have that cash today or it's done for
On IG she a whole bad bitch with a new Porsche
Pulled up on a nigga in a motherfuckin' Honda Accord
Heard the drank came in, nigga, who I gotta talk to?
Heard the nigga sneak dissing, who I send some shots to?
Walked in, bought the whole store, it was super cool
This bitch 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 shit up in the club, the nigga named Byron
He sweared to God he was getting money, that nigga died when he put that up on the Bible
Streaming stats on TuneCore, I'ma put that on my rivals
Fucking this bitch who work at Tidal
Nigga, I'm hot just like Towelie
With my glizzy, spot 'em, got 'em
Made that nigga 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 nigga extra 'cause the drank is re-rock
She said, "Lil' Moe, you special," and proceed to suck the cock
She said her man inside asleep, I pulled up loud-ass Trackhawk
Chopper make him lean back, that's that Joey Crack talk
That nigga capped until he died, that's why that nigga went to hell
Thought he had an SRT Jeep, this nigga pulled up, it said, "Trail"
They like, "Say that shit again," these hoes love how I be talking
Yes, I'm high and my truck lifted
Hold on this nigga spittin'
Six bitches, Girls Gone Wild
Got this little Asian bitch and the pussy go Gangnam Style
Glizzy punch him like Kung Pao
I done shot the don dada bumbaclot, they go wild
Got this lil' Jamaican bitch, 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
Bitch 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 bitch a Bachelorette
She seen me and broke a sweat
Seen the car and they broke they neck
These niggas 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 fucking agent
I'ma make her famous
Diamonds dancing, danglin'
Niggas can't take it
Too much cash, strippers had to rake it
Turnt right up on these niggas, how he do that?
Nigga ran up, send his ass right to the gulag
Crying over that ho like Halloween, nigga, get your boo back
Who the fuck stole my RP? Nigga, I need my boo back
It used to be Vienna, now a nigga tired of lobster
How the fuck you still on IG and you know who robbed you?
Today is looking foggy, but the diamonds is still clear
Nigga feeling salty, I'm in his bitch mouth like veneers
I'ma talk my shit
High as fuck in the Rolls truck, I ran it in a ditch
I'm going too fast for niggas, slow it down a bit
I'm broke, baby, Money Mitch