Luyện nghe bài hát Mitch

Man when I was a broke nigga I used to be like. When I get my money on, I'ma spend it on this, I'ma spend it on that. I 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? Pratice you feel me

I'm money Mitch, I need a money making bitch
I 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
I'm making Mitch, I need a money making bitch
I 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
Look I just hit a lick, 250 on the whip
Another 50 on a trip to fuck your bitch nigga
got a check, that bitch got 2, 3, commas
Look like an out of number
I'm hard for 2, 3, summers
I'm money making Mitch, I need a money bitch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the

king nigga, Balenciaga don nigga
I'm on my Blac Youngsta bitch I'm young nigga
I'm making Mitch, Ace Boogie with the bricks
I'm Calvin with the hits, I'll come and a nigga shit
Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet then I took him to the
I gave the nigga a Lambo just to show him he was next
I'm 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back
60 if you triple that, if I say nickel that's a 50
I can talk all day, I can count money all day
You can fuck hoes all day, I'ma count it while play

I'm money making Mitch, I a money making bitch
her ass hella thick, need her hair always fixed
Like my bitch's hips wide
Tell 'em fuck a dime we do the gym
Tell my niggas keep it quiet, no back and forth gon' go and see him
Niggas in the fed, dead before I be a pussy before I go and join 'em
Niggas acting tough on the internet, somebody better go inform

That I'm money making mitch, I got a lotta sticks
And I'm really with the shit, yeah I'm really with the
I'm with the shit, the shit
I just copped the out the dealership
I the stones in the Rolex
I fucked on your sister, your ho
I look like the money, that's no
I made a million off flakes
I don't slow down in no
I be on gas with no
I be on gas no brakes
I be on and no hate
I be on masks AKs
And I'ma pull up if you pay

Cause I'm making Mitch, I want 30 for a brick
I 100 for a show and I ain't got nothing for a bitch
I riding no more purses, I ain't do no more verses
I fucking with these niggas, have way more crosses than the churches
The doctors are the plugs and the trappers are the
Is everybody popping pain killers? Is hurting?
Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, everybody got anxiety?
Trap house got variety, fuck wrong with
I'm making Mitch, I need a money making bitch
I got a 30 in my and I'ma hit you off the rip