Money Making Mitch

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] ...Naw Jeezy can't come to Gary, it's not like he could come anyways... [Hook:] Money making mitch, money making mitch I’m in this bitch, I’m in this bitch I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, mo-mo-money making mitch I take a zip and make it flip, I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, money making mitch I’m in this bitch, I’m in this bitch I feel like money making mitch Money making mitch, mo-mo-money making mitch I take a zip and make it flip, I feel like money making mitch [Verse 1: Giftz] Swear I feel like Miss Fourteen bricks in a bag Don’t tweak like Rico bitch you catch what’s in this mag Whippin zips off this slab, twenty six and a half I’m selling my work wet, couple hundred perhaps Hit the hood with a jab, then pass it out They like my chemistry prices she say they gon' cash me out Stash my guap at her momma house Keep a choppa' right by the couch If a nigga want disrespect, they get hit she come bond me out You hear them bitches spittin boy them llamas out Pull up on them, big wheels, we brought them Tonkas out They say he getting money, I’m that "he" they talkin bout They ship them in, I break ‘em down, They taking bumps they breakin out Niggas cross, we lay em down, robbed a plug to save a drought She fucked my mans, can’t save her now I fucked that bitch you date her now Fuck that bitch I hate her now, show yall what this paper bout Money making mitch I’m in this bitch, I brought them players out [Hook:] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] I’m on some real life murder shit Thirty half in my pocket, might burn a bitch Just because I was serving shit with a onion And my wife sure goes for thirty six It’s alright with cocaine, your school face get me in the game Beat that hard like Marly Marl, my white Dope house full of geekers mane All black, we crimping men, beat that heart like … Gangsta Gibbs, east side It’s just a guest on each side, anybody killer Bitch my bogs bang; hit your body kill, anybody with you Let a nigga get swiss cheese … bitch please my … Nigga wanna push ball, four, four out of window I got shit I’m losing this bitch Not a thing to prove this shit; I play to fool but not play to fool and that nigga do me like this Nigga I play the cool, stay straight to show and get it They try hit the kitchen remix, tell ‘em to afford to get ‘em [Hook:] [Verse 3: Giftz] How say I gonna be … Got that bag and we’ll be swaging, keep that bumping, he’s a rapper Look up he’s got reflex, grub my bitch … They think I got a plan for raping... … Twenty … I got some stressing …say honey for … Police on my as ...never tell ‘em sail and sails until my layer tell me different … thirty flip I had to fell it They say your best friends got … no I’m steel grilling … Bitch I’m bout to sing my …, money makers, highest roller Tell you one thing ‘bout me, yeah you right motherfucker making money easy to me [Hook:]