Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Mitch 2, artist - Mitch.
Date of issue: 04.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |