Tha Golden Touch

[Hook]
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out here like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush

[Verse 1]
I ain't trying to get jack
[?], so I'm watching my back
Everywhere that I go
You can think like Billy Goat Gruff
But right here, ain't no kind of setups
When you come to my house, trying to blow it down
I'mma be in the backyard ready to clown
Sitting in a tree, like a sniper
I'll bust you in your head with that gun, it's Viper
You don't have no time to blow at my joint
Cause that gat is gone be pointed at your face
Now you gone get to takе a nap right in front of my place

[Hook]
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out herе like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out here like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush

[Verse 2]
This money that I'm holding
Got these boys jealous and these haters keep folding
They can't stand to see a G succeed
Cause every night, they be sleeping in the street
And they try to run up and take my life
But I brush em off with my gat and my knife
They gonna learn a lesson today
Never test a snake, or you'll be sleeping in a grave
So if you wanna keep breathing
Don't mess with me, or you'll get yourself a beating
Just keep to yourself, I'm not your friend
And the next time, it'll be the end
That's my warning
Now it's time to make this paper every night and every morning
Cause I'm like Midas, I got the golden touch
Spending all this cash, but it really don't mean much
Spending all this cash, but it really don't mean much

[Hook]
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out here like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out here like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush
Money that I keep is just too much
Now I'm out here like Midas with the golden touch
These haters I don't trust
Cause the money I keep make the pretty girls blush