[Intro]

Uh, look

Daleon

Okay

Okay

[Chorus: T.F]

Shining like a bitch

Grinding like I'm broke

If it's money on the wood

Then it's money on the floor

Uh, Money Making Mitch

A hundred thousand on him

I said I do this shit for Mitch

I'm sliding with the Loc's

Let's get it

[Verse 1: T.F]

High power, I'm the politician, this a campaign

It's a landslide for the competition, wave the white flag

This beat sounding like a nigga zipping up a body bag

I just bumped Ashanti, yeah I'm in my Irv Gotti bag

Niggas got him mad

Sliding around in a hockey mask leaving body bags

I do bank licks, yeah I'm usually counting sloppy cash

Foreign whip like a penthouse

Sliding around getting sloppy head

The first time I seen a wrist whip

He turned that bitch into a Mozzy fan

Nigga stop playing, Killa!

[Verse 2: Bale]

Honor the gift, I'm talking outside of my fit

Heard that boy went bad but I know valuable Crips

I'm still picking up dollars 'cause I needed a lift

And everybody got a tipper 'til that nina go click

I'm the voice of the section, this a pivotal shift

I took 28 shells, they say I'm living a myth

Admire the fit, my prize is the profit, get rich

You said you lied, please stop it

Ain't policing no bitch, forreal

[Chorus: T.F]

Shining like a bitch

Grinding like I'm broke

If it's money on the wood

Then it's money on the floor

Uh, Money Making Mitch

A hundred thousand on him

I said I do this shit for Mitch

I'm sliding with the Loc's

Let's get it

[Verse 3: Trizz]

Yeah, I'd die 'fore I'm getting no money

Still living off of old money

Dumb niggas like to throw money

Work a 9 to 5? You get slow money

She smell the dope when she hug on me

Ride around and then fuck on me

If he hating on me then fuck homie

I ain't ever tried to give a fuck, homie

Worth a mill, still ride around with $2,000 worth of drugs on me

I pray my niggas never fold on me

All my niggas getting old on me

Money Making Mitch

Fuck and take your bitch

I love and hate this bitch

And I'll never pay this bitch, nigga

[Verse 4: 2 Eleven]

Caught a pack from the migos and then I went legal

The price of a kilo ain't worth getting hit with a RICO

Running a play like I'm D-Lo

I'm keeping it G, though

Nigga, that's a free throw

Riding on rims as big as my ego

You pay for the pussy, I blam for the free, though

I'm keeping it P, though

I don't have a shoulder to lean on

Type of shit I just be on

Money Making Deuce

My hustle bulletproof

A half of million dollars cash

Appraised 250 in jewelry

Yeah, pay me in full, that's supply and demand

Distribute, collect and I do it again

Drop a album tomorrow, still fuckin' on fans

Walk out of the bank going live on the 'Gram

[Chorus: T.F]

Shining like a bitch

Grinding like I'm broke

If it's money on the wood

Then it's money on the floor

Uh, Money Making Mitch

A hundred thousand on him

I said I do this shit for Mitch

I'm sliding with the Loc's

Let's get it