Freddie Gibbs - Money Making Mitch lyrics

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Freddie Gibbs - Money Making Mitch lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] ...Naw Jeezy can't come to Gary, it's not like he could come anyways... [Hook:] Money making mitch, money making mitch I'm in this b**h, I'm in this b**h I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, mo-mo-money making mitch I take a zip and make it flip, I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, money making mitch I'm in this b**h, I'm in this b**h I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, mo-mo-money making mitch I take a zip and make it flip, I feel like money making mitch [Verse 1: Giftz] Swear I feel like Miss Fourteen bricks in a bag Don't tweak like Rico b**h you catch what's in this mag Whippin zips off this slab, twenty six and a half I'm selling my work wet, couple hundred perhaps Hit the hood with a jab, then pa** it out They like my chemistry prices she say they gon' cash me out Stash my guap at her momma house Keep a choppa' right by the couch If a n***a want disrespect, they get hit she come bond me out You hear them b**hes spittin boy them llamas out Pull up on them, big wheels, we brought them Tonkas out They say he getting money, I'm that "he" they talkin bout They ship them in, I break ‘em down, They taking bumps they breakin out n***as cross, we lay em down, robbed a plug to save a drought She f**ed my mans, can't save her now I f**ed that b**h you date her now f** that b**h I hate her now, show yall what this paper bout Money making mitch I'm in this b**h, I brought them players out [Hook:] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] I'm on some real life murder sh** Thirty half in my pocket, might burn a b**h Just because I was serving sh** with a onion And my wife sure goes for thirty six It's alright with c**aine, your school face get me in the game Beat that hard like Marly Marl, my white Dope house full of geekers mane All black, we crimping men, beat that heart like … Gangsta Gibbs, east side It's just a guest on each side, anybody k**er b**h my bogs bang; hit your body k**, anybody with you Let a n***a get swiss cheese … b**h please my … n***a wanna push ball, four, four out of window I got sh** I'm losing this b**h Not a thing to prove this sh**; I play to fool but not play to fool and that n***a do me like this n***a I play the cool, stay straight to show and get it They try hit the kitchen remix, tell ‘em to afford to get ‘em [Hook:] [Verse 3: Giftz] How say I gonna be … Got that bag and we'll be swaging, keep that bumping, he's a rapper Look up he's got reflex, grub my b**h … They think I got a plan for raping... … Twenty … I got some stressing …say honey for … Police on my as ...never tell ‘em sail and sails until my layer tell me different … thirty flip I had to fell it They say your best friends got … no I'm steel grilling … b**h I'm bout to sing my …, money makers, highest roller Tell you one thing ‘bout me, yeah you right motherf**er making money easy to me [Hook:]

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