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Money Makin Mitch Lyrics[Intro]
(Division)
(Young Chris on the beat, ugh)
Diamonds dancin' on my— ayy, got me, ayy
Leavin' the studio, ah, still sippin' Tris (Yeah)
Hit the blade and go (Trap up out the bitch)
Ayy (Yeah)
It's Sleaze, nigga (This motherfucker goin' Skitz)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse]
Leavin' the studio, I'm high, still sippin' Tris (Yeah)
Hit the blade and go take trap up out the bitch (Out that)
Is the fans still gon' love me if I up and quit? (If I quit?)
But I can't quit gettin' pape', I'm Money Makin' Mitch (Money Makin' Mitch)
Quick to put a bitch on auto, I don't babysit (At all)
Play with your kids if you think you finna play with this (What?)
Came a long way from broke days, I had to take a risk (Took a risk)
This shit ain't happen overnight, bitch, I slaved for this (Yeah)
Ten on me, all dubs, it's a sloppy roll (Sloppy roll)
Bitch, honor me with your trap, that's an honor roll
Be into faggin', on your ass, bitch, you gotta go (Outta here)
Back to them eighty-dollar dates all on E14 (Hah)
I get paid to talk shit, it's the way I live (I talk shit)
And I don't care 'bout your feelings, got a fuck to give
Finesse shit, I could sell a wig to a pig
And ever since I hit the pavement, I been gettin' it in (I been gettin' it in)
You in mine loafin', kick-outs, I ain't tryna kick it (What?)
You out your mind, think we gettin' high or corner bendin' (Stupid)
Diamonds dancin' in my mouth got me talkin' different (Yeah)
No free game, gotta pay me just to even listen (You gotta pay me)
No free game, gotta pay me just to hear me talk (You gotta pay me)
You better think before you speak, realize your thoughts (What the fuck?)
I been in my bag lately, really gettin' off (On my mama)
This shit in me, it ain't on me, I'm a fuckin' boss (Yeah)
Do what I want 'cause I can, bitch, I been the man (I'm that nigga)
You tryna elevate your life, stick to the plan (You wanna boss up)
Old bitch hatin', say my music really fuckin' can
But don't forget, when I knocked you, bitch, you was a fan (Silly bitch)
These hoes all on IG hoin' for an image (What the fuck?)
You got folks, but you followed all them niggas pickin' (Man)
Call that boy Teena Marie with all that square business (Hah)
He hold hands and romance and booty hair lickin'
I brag different, I ain't nothin' like your last nigga (At all)
And I'll leave a bitch quick, ain't with the ass kissin' (Bye)
Money bulgin' through my pockets, that's why I'm limpin'
Plus the stick hold thirty-three, but I ain't Scottie Pippen (Big thirty)
I'm that nigga in your life who gon' boss you up (What?)
You want some change in your game? Let me know what's up (Let me know)
I could lead you to the water, is you gon' drink it up?
Oh, you like fuckin' for the free? You lil' freaky bum (Woah, yeah)
Come and step up to the mound, you in the major league (The major league)
And shout out to them broke hoes who couldn't make a team
Don't believe in fairy tales, that shit make-believe (That shit bull)
Bitch, I'm Sleaze, Mr. Really Sell a Bitch a Dream (Yeah)
It's 7X for the win, you could never lose (7X)
Stay broke or boss up, it's up for you to choose (Bitch)
Yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stay broke or boss— it's up for you to choose, bitch

[Outro]
Ayy, you could never lose (Division)
Ayy, boss up to the— ayy, yeah (Young Chris on the beat, ugh)
(This motherfucker goin' Skitz)