Текст песни Midas - TRnTH feat. Rob $parks

Tell me where they at though

Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas
Bitch I been lit in private
Rings stacking up I'm your highness
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas

Bitch I been litty I'm city to city I'm getting the bag
Titties and biddies like Milli Vanilli
I'm hitting it once and they getting attached
You feel me you feel em they feel like they fake
Tell me what's real if you asking for cash
Dipping the town and I'm filling my tank
I'm getting the crown and I'm getting it fast
No I never back down
Buddy I'ma a class clown
Bet I'm moving fast now
How they cut the chat now
Roll up on a fat pound
Tell me where they at now
Gotta get the bag down trap that stash
Never put the cat down
That shit drip
Bet I'm about to cash out on a brick
Buddy let it pan out
Just like this just like this just like this
Really need to kill it billy goat they got they feelings hurt
Feeling on my linen that's a bag dropped on my T shirt
Rocking that exclusive belt that's Calvin smoking reefer
Prefer indica you sleeping on my pre verse
Business booming bitch I'm tryna grow my equity
Tapping on my phone line you a client you a friend of me
Bet I'll get you right it ain't bout likes it's about your memories
Rest it peace to any chance that I won't get you into the
Home of your dreams wait
What do you mean wait
Lemme elaborate renting out property's killing your green aye
Would you rather pay it off or burn a bill
Cuz the way you acting now know it ain't profit I'm for real
I ain't tryna auction off I'm talking moving towards a mill
Net worth get it popping it's an option you should feel
Get the check list check it off
Next check just drip it off
Wet wrist then write it off
LLC gotta get it all

Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas
Bitch I been lit in private
Rings stacking up I'm your highness
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas

Can't rap fast so I'm hoping this will pass
Either way I'm coming through just to whoop a nigga's ass
Smoking on the reefer I don't need a flask
Zip zipping through these trees you can call me mister flash
My songs be like movies yeah I learn from mister cash
Paint my lyrics up in Springfield
Born and raised in Mass
This might be my first but it sure as hell ain't last
Enjoy this heat cuz I'ma have a blast
Joyner Lucas from the second largest city and I'm from the third
B boy hall of fame and Dr. Seuss is child's work
But that Smith and Wesson quarters make your head worse
You got a two two three the seven will put you in a hers
Between the five and seven will make the rest of your life cursed
Triple six been his life he was cursed at birth
You thirsty chase a gator just to quench your thirst
I'm hungry I need more till my belly burst
Stop playing these games because we are not the same
I will cool your ass down if you think you're fire flame
Better put that shit down if it knock you off your feet
No this ain't discrete everybody know we got beef

Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas
Bitch I been lit in private
Rings stacking up I'm your highness
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
Bitch I been lit in private
King how do I feel like Midas