MMM lyrics

by

Diddy


[Intro: Future]
Future Hendrix
Like really yo, the millennium
Diddy
Woo
Hey turn up, turn up
Hey
What you got there?
Huh? Woo

[Hook: 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
n*ggas 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
n*gga why the f*ck would you say that?
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy (King Los)]
I don’t flex on n*ggas
I don’t talk no sh*t
I just get these checks
And check my b*tch
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 n*ggas 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 pus*y
Get you murked on the spot
I don’t play no games
These n*ggas is hoes
Keep my girl in chinchilla
Drape my n*ggas in gold, I’m cold, n*gga
[Hook: 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
n*ggas 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
n*gga why the f*ck would you say that?

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy (King Los)]
Ay yo, I’m a motherf*ckin’ living legend
Here’s a lesson, n*gga, 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 b*tch a present
What you stressing?
(This my section, I run it
I’m ready for the winter when the summer come
Real winner, breed n*ggas that wanna win
b*tch, you f*cking with a motherf*cking 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
b*tch I should pull up and hop out the Caddy
Rock for the family
f*ck being on the block, chopping them grams
See my Oscars and Grammy’s, yachts in Miami
Thrills to be rich, no life for a sucker
Tell my story, life of a hustler, I’m cold, n*gga
[Hook: 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
n*ggas 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
n*gga why the f*ck would you say that?

[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 poppin' like Whitney and Bobby
They call me ace around here, n*gga
The number one n*gga around here, n*gga
I put my city and my n*ggas on
They wish they could stop me my money long
They treated me just like I’m Al Capone
Got my n*ggas 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

[Hook: 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
n*ggas 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
n*gga why the f*ck would you say that?
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