Giftz, Freddie Gibbs - Money Making Mitch lyrics

Naw Jeezy can't come to
Gary, it's not like he could come anyways
Fatality

Money making mitch, money making mitch
I’m in this bitch, i’m in this bitch 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 bitch, i’m in this bitch 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

Swear I feel like Miss Fourteen
Bricks in a bag
Don’t tweak like Rico bitch 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 pass 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 nigga want disrespect
They get hit she come bond me out
You hear them bitches 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
Niggas cross, we lay em down
Robbed a plug to save a drought
She fucked my mans, can’t save her now
I fucked that bitch you date her now
Fuck that bitch I hate her now
Show yall what this paper bout
Money making mitch I’m in this bitch
I brought them players out

I’m on some real life murder shit
Thirty hoppers in my pocket
Might burn a bitch
Just because I was serving shit with a onion
And my white goes for thirty six
That all white cocina mane, gave me the game
Beat that hard like Marly Marl
My white comes like Gina mane
Dope house full of geekers mane
All black, black we creepin' mane
Beat that hard like Marly Marl
My white comes like Gina mane
Gangsta Gibbs, east side anybody killer
Bitch my hit your body kill anybody with you
Let a nigga get swiss cheese, bitch please
Nigga wanna push ball, four
Four out of window
I ain't got shit to lose in this bitch
Not a thing to prove this shit
Bitch I play to fool but not play to
Fool and that nigga do me like this
Nigga I play the cool
Stay straight to show and get it
They try hit the kitchen remix
Tell ‘em to afford to get ‘em gangsta Gibbs!

How say I gonna be
Got that bag and we’ll be
Swaging, keep that bumping, he’s a rapper
Lulu called he got ace flexing
Bought my bitch a platinum necklace
All these racks in my crib
They thought I got a platinum record
I'm dapper dressing
Twenty … I got some stressing
…say honey for
Police on my ass never tell ‘em shit
Until my lawyer tell me different
… thirty flip I had to fell it
They say your best friends got nailed
No I’m steel grilling
Bitch I’m bout to sing my …, money makers
Highest roller tell you one thing ‘bout me
Yeah you right motherfucker making
Money is me