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[Intro: Future]

Future Hendrix

Like really yo, the millennium

Diddy

Woo

Hey turn up, turn up

Hey

What you got there?

Huh? Woo

[Chorus: Future]

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat

Way back, this is the pay back

Permanent laid back

Niggas saying lay that

Where in the xannies does it say that

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving the dope when you raw

With your broad when you click clack way back

Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man

Nigga why the fuck would you say that?

[Verse 1: Diddy & (King Los)]

I don’t flex on niggas

I don’t talk no shit

I just get these checks

And check my bitch

I’m a brick of that yay

Feds peeping the spot

Fiends outside

Like them Yeezy’s gon’ drop

Yeah, she think I’m a mack

Call me a pimp

Told her act like she know

She ordered the shrimp

(I got some niggas uptown

They got some shit for that ass

Don’t come on my block

Without a visiting pass)

On the phone with my chick

She said “there’s work on your block”

Keep chasing that pussy

Get you murked on the spot

I don’t play no games

These niggas is hoes

Keep my girl in chinchilla

Drape my niggas in gold, I’m cold, nigga

[Chorus: Future]

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat

Way back, this is the pay back

Permanent laid back

Niggas saying lay that

Where in the xannies does it say that

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving the dope when you raw

With your broad when you click clack way back

Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man

Nigga why the fuck would you say that?

[Verse 2: Diddy & (King Los)]

Ay yo, I’m a motherfuckin’ living legend

Here’s a lesson, nigga, wake up

Pick a hustle, flip it, stretch it

Whip it, press it, ship it, check it

Shit perfected, in my presence

Just might cop your bitch a present

What you stressing?

(This my section, I run it

I’m ready for the winter when the summer come

Real winner, breed niggas that wanna win

Bitch, you fucking with a motherfucking 1 of 1)

I’m paid in full, trick, you got that Calvin in your eyes

Before I fall off, I’ll replace the ground with the sky

Yeah, just like my daddy

Bitch I should pull up and hop out the Caddy

Rock for the family

Fuck being on the block, chopping them grams

See my Oscars and Grammy’s, yachts in Miami

Thrills to be rich, no life for a sucker

Tell my story, life of a hustler, I’m cold, nigga

[Chorus: Future]

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat

Way back, this is the pay back

Permanent laid back

Niggas saying lay that

Where in the xannies does it say that

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving the dope when you raw

With your broad when you click clack way back

Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man

Nigga why the fuck would you say that?

[Verse 3: Future]

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

We be them d-boys standing in hallways

We been posted up around here all day

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

We had them leans in double cups

We have the ones you ain’t gonna double up

You know I’m gonna double up

Trapping a habit you whip up a Xannie

When I wear my watches I’m so undecided

I got it poppin' like Whitney and Bobby

They call me ace around here, nigga

The number one nigga around here, nigga

I put my city and my niggas on

They wish they could stop me my money long

They treated me just like I’m Al Capone

Got my niggas they treat me like Al Capone

Know when you paid in full

You go through the hood and you looking like millions

When they doubted me that’s when when I went hard

Then I got my whole city on

[Chorus: Future]

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat

Way back, this is the pay back

Permanent laid back

Niggas saying lay that

Where in the xannies does it say that

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Money making Mitch

Money, money making Mitch

Drop top serving the dope when you raw

With your broad when you click clack way back

Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man

Nigga why the fuck would you say that?