Yo Gotti - Mitch lyrics

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Yo Gotti - Mitch lyrics

[Intro] Man when I was a broke n***a I used to be like. When I get my money on, I'ma spend it on this, I'ma spend it on that. I always knew I was gonna get some money so I looked at it like practice. Like I was just getting ready for the bag, you know what I'm saying? Pratice you feel me [Hook] I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b**h I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b**h I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks Look I just hit a lick, spend 250 on the whip Another 50 on a trip just to f** your b**h n***a Just got a check, that b**h got 2, 3, commas Look like an out of town number I'm going hard for 2, 3, summers I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b**h I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks [Verse 1] Margiela king n***a, Balenciaga don n***a I'm on my Blac Youngsta b**h when I'm young n***a I'm money making Mitch, H Boogie with the bricks I'm Calvin with the hits, I'll come and take a n***a sh** Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet then I took him to the 'jects Then I gave the n***a a Lambo just to show him he was next I'm charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back 60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that's a 50 pack I can talk dope all day, I can count money all day You can f** hoes all day, I'ma count it while y'all play [Verse 2] I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b**h Need her a** hella thick, need her hair always fixed Like my b**h's hips hella wide Tell 'em f** a Y we don't do the gym Tell my n***as just keep it quiet, no back and forth gon' go and see him n***as in the fed, n***as dead before I be a p**y before I go and join 'em n***as acting tough on the internet, somebody better go inform them [Verse 3] That I'm money making mitch, I got a whole lotta sticks And I'm really with the sh**, yeah I'm really with the sh** I'm with the sh**, with the sh** I just copped the Wraith out the dealership I just the stones in the Rolex I f**ed on your sister, your ho next I look like the money, that's no flex I made a million off snow flakes I don't slow down in no time I be on gas with no brakes I be on gas with no brakes I be on cash and no hate I be on masks with AKs And I'ma pull up if you don't pay [Verse 4] Cause I'm money making Mitch, I want 30 for a brick I want 100 for a show and I ain't got nothing for a b**h I ain't riding no more purses, I ain't do no more verses I ain't f**ing with these n***as, have way more crosses than the churches The doctors are the plugs and the trappers are the nurses Is everybody popping pain k**ers? Is everybody hurting? Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, does everybody got anxiety? Trap house got variety, f** wrong with society? I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b**h I got a 30 in my clip and I'ma hit you off the rip