Lyrics Money Mitch 2 - Mitch

Money Mitch 2

Mazza had me standing in a dinner queue
Mazza, two bills from my bagga
My old ting’s mad, can’t chat to me for swagga
New hammer, my new ting’s badder
Talking 'bout dagga when she’s listening to ragga
Skinny fella, on me any weather
Like Rihanna, under the umbrella
Mazza when I see these pricks
Press it like the CD skipped
CV’s sick, on my BD shit
I picked up my smoke from my PG Tips
Bro I heard some geezers wanna get me
I’m PG, not Tetlee
She said I shoot and I’m sexy
Harry Kane or them man are Hesky
Broski you know how I’m coming
Paid too much for my shoes to be running
I told him I’m coming, but I never come in
Because I can’t get my gun in
Patterned up a browning from west and she’s stunning
Balmain’s but she can’t fit her bum in
She got the best heels, I do the best deals
I’m in the middle of the field like Westfield
Money Mitch, you wanna have to give him two
Mazza had me standing in a dinner queue
Mazza, two bills from my bagga
My old ting’s mad, can’t chat to me for swagga
New hammer, my new ting’s badder
Talking 'bout dagga when she’s listening to ragga
Skinny fella, on me any weather
Like Rihanna, under the umbrella
Slipping, so we gotta dip in
I done it calm, I didn’t even get a knicking
Them man are kipping
Nando’s yutes so them man are chicken
Thought he was bad 'cause he’s whipping
Pulled up on the kid and your whip got a bricking
Before trap I had my trap spot kicking
None of my
But they can’t chat to me though
None of them yutes don’t trap for the dough
How you think I puff, puff, pass with my bro?
I hate it when a man says 'slaps' and it don’t
Talking all loud but it’s actually low
Bro, but is he actually bro?
Remember that — I took back from the show?
Telling me I’m wicked and I’m bad with the flow
Can’t pattern, can’t come to the palace
For me and broski, tryna balance
My young G kway kway, comfy and cunch
Telling me you only wanna ball for the month
Send him up monthly to live with my junky
I slide through when he’s got a monkey
My gets lumpy
Bro I hate it when the beat gets jumpy
Money Mitch, you wanna have to give him two
Mazza had me standing in a dinner queue
Mazza, two bills from my bagga
My old ting’s mad, can’t chat to me for swagga
New hammer, my new ting’s badder
Talking 'bout dagga when she’s listening to ragga
Skinny fella, on me any weather
Like Rihanna, under the umbrella