Yo Gotti – Mitch (Official Music Video)

Yo Gotti performing Mitch (Official Music Video 2016) 

Versuri (lyrics)  Mitch 

Man when I was a broke ni*ga I used to be like
When I get my money on, I’ma spend ἰt on this, I’ma spend it on that
I always 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 making Mitch, I need a money making bi*ch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bi*ch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks
Look I just hit a lick, spend 250 on the whip
Another 50 on a trip just to fu*k your bi*ch ni*ga
Just got a check, that bi*ch got 2, 3, commas
Look like an out of town number
I’m going hard for 2, 3, summers
I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bi*ch
I spent 200 on the kit, 1500 on the kicks

Margiela king ni*ga, Balenciaga don ni*ga
I’m on my black … bi*ch when I’m young ni*ga
I’m money making Mitch, H Boogie with the bricks
I’m Calvin with the hits, I’ll come and take a ni*ga shit
Signed Blac Youngsta on a jet then I took him to the ‘jects
Then I gave the ni*ga a Lambo just to show him he was next
I’m charging 80 for the 100 pack, 70 if you run it back
60 if you triple that, … that’s a 50 pack
I can talk dope all day, I can count money all day
You can fu*k hoes all day, I’ma count it while y’all play

I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bi*ch
Need her ass hella thick, need her hair always fixed
Like my bi*ch’s hips hella wide
Tell ’em fu*k a … we don’t do the gym
Tell my ni*gas just keep it quiet, no back and forth gon’ go and see him
Niggas in the fed, ni*gas dead before I be a pussy before I go and join ’em
Niggas 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 the stones in the Rolex
I fu*ked on your sister, your ho next
I look like the money, that’s no flex
I made a million off snow flakes
I don’t slow down in 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 AKs
And I’ma pull up if you don’t pay

Cause I’m money making Mitch, I want 30 for a brick
I want 100 for a show and I ain’t got nothing for a bi*ch
I ain’t riding no more purses, I ain’t do no more verses
I ain’t fu*king with these ni*gas, have way more crosses than the churches
The doctors are the plugs and the trappers are the nurses
Is everybody popping pain killers? Is everybody hurting
Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, Perc, Zan, does everybody got anxiety
Trap house got variety, fu*k wrong with society
I’m money making Mitch, I need a money making bi*ch
I got a 30 in my clἰp and I’ma hit you off the rip…