Mitch lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Man when I was a broke n*gga I used to be like. When I get my money on, I'ma spend it on this, I'ma spend it on that. I always knew I was gonna get some money so I looked at it like practice. Like I was just getting ready for the bag, you know what I'm saying? Practice makes perfect man you feel me?

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b*tch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b*tch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
Look I just hit a lick, spend 250 on the whip
Another 50 on a trip just to f*ck your b*tch n*gga
Just got a check, that b*tch got 2, 3, commas
Look like an out of town number
I'm going hard for 2, 3, summers
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b*tch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Margiela king n*gga, Balenciaga don n*gga
I'm on my Blac Youngsta b*tch when I'm young n*gga
I'm money making Mitch, Ace Boogie with the bricks
I'm Calvin with the hits, I'll come and take a n*gga sh*t
Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet then I took him to the 'jects
Then I gave the n*gga a Lambo just to show him he was next
I'm charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back
60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that's a 50 pack
I can talk dope all day, I can count money all day
You can f*ck hoes all day, I'ma count it while y'all play
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b*tch
Need her ass hella thick, need her hair always fixed
Like my b*tch's hips hella wide
Tell 'em f*ck a dime we don't do the gym
Tell my n*ggas just keep it quiet, no back and forth gon' go and see him
n*ggas in the fed, n*ggas dead before I be a pus*y before I go and join 'em
n*ggas acting tough on the internet, somebody better go inform them

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
That I'm money making mitch, I got a whole lotta sticks
And I'm really with the sh*t, yeah I'm really with the sh*t
I'm with the sh*t, with the sh*t
I just copped the Wraith out the dealership
I just the stones in the Rolex
I f*cked on your sister, your ho next
I look like the money, that's no flex
I made a million off snow flakes
I don't slow down in no time
I be on gas with no brakes
I be on gas with no brakes
I be on cash and no hate
I be on masks with AKs
And I'ma pull up if you don't pay

[Verse 4: Yo Gotti]
'Cause I'm money making Mitch, I want 30 for a brick
I want 100 for a show and I ain't got nothing for a b*tch
I ain't riding no more purses, I ain't do no more verses
I ain't f*cking with these n*ggas, have way more crosses than the churches
The doctors are the plugs and the trappers are the nurses
Is everybody popping pain killers? Is everybody hurting?
Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, does everybody got anxiety?
Trap house got variety, f*ck wrong with society?
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money making b*tch
I got a 30 in my clip and I'ma hit you off the rip