(Intro – Future)
Future Hendrix
Like really yo, the millennium
Diddy
Woo
Hey turn up, turn up
Hey
What you got there?
Huh? Woo
(Chorus – Future)
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat
Way back, this is the pay back
Permanent laid back
Ni**as saying lay that
Where in the xannies does it say that
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
Drop top serving the dope when you raw
With your broad when you click clack way back
Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man
Ni**a why the f**k would you say that?
(Verse 1 – Puff Daddy & King Los)
I don’t flex on ni**as
I don’t talk no s**t
I just get these checks
And check my bi**h
I’m a brick of that yay
Feds peeping the spot
Fiends outside
Like them Yeezy’s gon drop
Yeah, she think I’m a mack
Call me a pimp
Told her act like she know
She ordered the shrimp
I got some ni**as uptown
They got some sh*t for that ass
Don’t come on my block
Without a visiting pass
On the phone with my chick
She said there’s work on your block
Keep chasing that pu**y
Get you murked on the spot
I don’t play no games
These ni**as is hoes
Keep my girl in chinchilla
Drape my ni**as in gold, I’m cold, ni**a
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Puff Daddy & King Los)
Ay yo, I’m a motherf**king living legend
Here’s a lesson, ni**a, wake up
Pick a hustle, flip it, stretch it
Whip it, press it, ship it, check it
Sh*t perfected, in my presence
Just might cop your bi**h a present
What you stressing?
This my section, I run it
I’m ready for the winter when the summer come
Real winner, breed ni**as that wanna win
Bi**h, you f**king with a motherf**king 1 of 1
I’m paid in full, trick, you got that Calvin in your eyes
Before I fall off, I’ll replace the ground with the sky
Yeah, just like my daddy
Bi**h I should pull up and hop out the Caddy
Rock for the family
F**k being on the block, chopping them grams
See my Oscars and Grammy’s, yachts in Miami
Thrills to be rich, no life for a s**ker
Tell my story, life of a hustler, I’m cold, ni**a
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Future)
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
We be them d-boys standing in hallways
We been posted up around here all day
Money making Mitch
Money, money making Mitch
We had them leans in double cups
We have the ones you ain’t gonna double up
You know I’m gonna double up
Trapping a habit you whip up a Xannie
When I wear my watches I’m so undecided
I got it popping like Whitney and Bobby
They call me ace around here, ni**a
The number one ni**a around here, ni**a
I put my city and my ni**as on
They wish they could stop me my money long
They treated me just like I’m Al Capone
Got my ni**as they treat me like Al Capone
Know when you paid in full
You go through the hood and you looking like millions
When they doubted me that’s when when I went hard
Then I got my whole city on
(Repeat Chorus)
