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mitch - money lyrics

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intro-
a n-gga like me man
i love the game, i love the hustle (i hear dat, i hear dat)
i be feeling like one of them ball playing n-ggas you know (for real)
you know, bird magic or something
you know a n-gga got dough
a n-gg- could leave the league
but if leave, the fans still gone love me man?

verse 1 mitch-
no!
swerving up the a roads, peas in my socks
q’s in my b-lls, call me kano
money money making mad trips (mad walks)
i remember the days, when we never had sticks

like stars give em sh-lls like cornwall
my n-gga wants the glock
i part ex, for the door-door
mad trappy it was awesome
smashed out a pack, then its back to kings norton

money money manna mad trappy
beat out, laughing on the m5 mad happy
jump out gang i was mad slappy (tell her tell her tell her)
my whole line changed, when i grabbed cathy
came up off a crack fiend
without a trap team, i was doing road with my trap queen
ten toes tryna find my last fiend
im at the flats like i know one likkle gyal her name was maxine

next out, i’m the best out
no reception on the m way, tryna hear was bens saying (i can’t hear ya)
and i’m tryna send a text out
check it, the tt had them hurling
10 hours no ammie, i was puffing on a sterling

my trap game fleek up (fleek fleek fleek)
eating bings with my feet up
like a dj i beat dubs
like mitch i love the hustle
my plugs like russell always h-tting me with cheap grub

gets rid of that, asap nana dams
i was busting out the bando with h-lla grams
trap snow on my j’s like avalanche
bare sour man
because i can sell a gram
f-ck it i got an a gram
skippy with the words like an anagram (anagram)
trapspot, my last spot was a mazza fam (madting)

tryna get my lines up to four 9’s
i want four nines of four lines
and they’re all mine
get it gone like harry potter (gone)
im a proper shotter (proper)
in jail i was a happy shopper

left the weed take the money nuh
got him on a money run
telling him you better bring my money come
your bm had my gm’s in her drum
but i didn’t give her none
telling her to fix up
because its mixup every time my gmgs give her bun

i didn’t make a tune after pagans
if i don’t pay my bills who’s gonna pay them
in and out of town on a cool ting (calm)
get the pack then i slap it out
likkle chatty mouth
only talk up if you’re talking the full ting
my gmgs brought the bull to the bullring (remember)

money money on a regular
plug gave me a ball, now i’m stuck up in the premier
?
what a shame manna calling up my name like a cellular
money money on a regular
plug gave me a ball, now i’m stuck up in the premier
?
what a shame manna calling up my name like a cellular

- mitch lyrics

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