[Chorus: Midas Wright]

We got the touch, We got the lux

We got all these bitches man, but We don't give a fuck

We got the strut, We got the luck

Making all these riches but it never is enough

We got the guts, We got the stuff

Go against me then your funds are getting cut

Go against my team but you'll never eat with us

Cause we got the touch, touch

[Verse 1: Midas Wright]

Know I got the touch, why I call myself the king (woo)

Gold mindset, gotta cop a matching ring (bling)

Said it's not time yet, but fuck imagining (no way)

I transfigured my figures just like a magic scene

This life that I'm living is what it had to be

Had demons, I've seen em, an now they grabbing me

Leave the show, thank all y'all for ever having me (thank you)

Then the dough fall to me forever, gravity (woo, woo)

Do got power cause my words got weight (weight!)

Dudes got sour cause their world's all hate

Went from my own state to the fuckin interstate

All accounting to the build of my inner state

Now I'm shooting up the bill just like a dinner plate (check)

In her face every single time I'm in her place (check!)

Connected to the game, just need a interface (Check!)

Now the ride that I'm on'll take me into space

[Chorus: Midas Wright]

We got the touch, We got the lux

We got all these bitches man, but We don't give a fuck

We got the strut, We got the luck

Making all these riches but it never is enough

We got the guts, We got the stuff

Go against me then your funds are getting cut

Go against my team but you'll never eat with us

Cause we got the touch, touch

[Verse 2: Midas Wright]

Ain't nobody in here finna fuck with the Midas

Steady like the tides is, stay on top of my shit (on top)

First song that I ever wrote, Riff said he liked it (woo)

Dro, steady lighting it, hoes, not invited (nah)

Team come thru, put your city in a crisis

Chop heads, drop bombs, Assam, isis

All I ever wanted was a condo on the right wrist (right, right)

Never sharing my shit, don't ask what the price is (check)

Every verse I ever spit, shit, it was priceless

Working hard forever, but I never had the nice shit

Like my wrist burning, my desire is to ice it

Every track fire, won't inquire if you like it

Blind to the bullshit, ice in my iris

Like I'm eyeless, sick, spreading like a virus

Add up, no minus, give the kid your finest

Nevermind it, just address me as your highness

[Chorus: Midas Wright]

We got the touch, We got the lux

We got all these bitches man, but We don't give a fuck

We got the strut, We got the luck

Making all these riches but it never is enough

We got the guts, We got the stuff

Go against me then your funds are getting cut

Go against my team but you'll never eat with us

Cause we got the touch, touch