Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

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Mitch

Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

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"Mitch." - Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 06:59 pm

Album: 2 Federal

Track No: 11

Man
I remember I was a broke ****
I used to be like
When I get my money on
I'ma spend it on this, I'ma spend it on that
I always knew I would get some money
So I, I, I look at it like practice
Like I was, I was just getting ready for the bag
You know what I'm saying?
Practice make perfect, ****, you feel me?
I'm money-making Mitch
I need a money-making bitch
I spent two hundred on the kit
Fifteen hundred on kicks
I'm a money-making Mitch
I need a money-making bitch
I spent two hundred on the kit
Fifteen hundred on some kicks
Look, I just hit a lick
Spent two fifty on the whip
Another fifty on the trip
Just to fuck your bitch, ****
Just got a check
That bitch got two, three commas
Look like a out of town number
I'm going hard for two, three summers
'Cause I'm money-making Mitch
I need a money-making bitch
I just spent two hundred on the kit
Fifteen hundred on the kicks
Margiela king, ****
Balenciaga don, ****
I'm on my Blac Youngsta move, b-b-b-bitch
When I'm young, ****
I'm a money-making Mitch
Ace Boogie with the bricks
I'm Calvin with the hits
I'll come and take a ****'s shit
Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet
Then I took him to the 'jects
Then I gave the **** a Lambo
Just to show him he was next
I'm charging eighty for the hunnid pack
Seventy if you run it back
Sixty if you triple that
If I say nickel, that's a fifty pack
I can talk dope all day
I can count money all day
You can fuck hoes all day
I'ma count up while y'all play
'Cause I'm money-making Mitch
I need a money-making bitch
Need her ass hella thick
Need her hair always fixed
Like my bitch's hips hella wide
Tell 'em fuck or die, we don't do the gym
Tell my ****, just keep it quiet
No back and forth, we gonna go and see him
**** in the fed, **** dead
'Fore I be a pussy, I'd rather go and join 'em
**** acting tough on the internet
Somebody better go inform them
That I'm money-making Mitch
I got a whole lotta sticks
And I'm really with the shit
Yeah, I'm really with the shit
I'm with the shit, with the shit
I just copped the Wraith out the dealership
I just put the stones in the Rolex
I fucked on your sister, your ho next
I look like the money, there's no flex
I made a million off snowflakes
I don't slow down, there's no time
I be on gas with no brakes
I be on gas with no brakes
I be on cash and no hate
I be on masks with A.K.'s
And I'ma pull up if you don't pay
'Cause I'm money-making Mitch
I want thirty for a brick
I want a hundred for a show
And I an't got nothing for a bitch
I ain't buying no more purses
I ain't doing no more verses
I ain't fucking with these ****
And we've more crosses than the churches
The doctors are the plugs
And the trappers are the nurses
Is everybody popping pain pill?
Is everybody hurting
Perc or Xan, Perc or Xan, Perc or Xan's
Guess everybody got anxiety
Trap house got variety
Fuck wrong with society?
But I'm money-making Mitch, yeah, yeah
I need a money-making bitch, yeah, yeah
I got a thirty in my clip, yeah, yeah
And I'ma hit you off the rip, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): Demario White, Mario Mims & Dominique Mitchell.

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