Mr. Mitch - Exhibit B lyrics

[Intro] Exhibit B What we saying, DD? MI Let's go [Verse] Yo, going on dirty, going on stank Wanted a beat so I hollered at Mitch I put the ting to his back like a pirate Now man's walking the plank 32 bars, boat sank Cup full of Henney, drink that drank Man try question me about dough I'm laughing straight to the bank See this flow? It's bloody mad Bonkers, crazy, American Dad Think you're bad? I'm Jackson bad Jackson 5, Jackson bag Air Force Ones all on my feet Call them creps? I call them swag Girls see me and call me MI Some of them call me slag Roll deep on these Put these MCs on time out Little bit of champagne, little bit of Stout 32 bars from me on a tune That equals nothing but money and clout I'm getting it in in the deepest drought I'm paid in full like Cam and them So you might see me with a grill in my mout Taking the piss OAP, I'm taking the piss Mandem wish they could murder the page Mandem wish they could flow like this I'm overly cross, I'm overly criss Chilling with a white girl, she's overly fit Boyed man, pop in a phone like wow Sorry, sorry, pardon? Ow