Midas Touch
YKK
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I paint her face Like splatoon On the moon Counting hundreds too White and black lambo Obstagoon Ain't no Fronting dude Steady slipping wrist is iced out Castiform no ruby These bitches tripping Like a horror movie All them tracks ain't hot But still I'm rising to infinity If you ain't bout that money Get the f*ck out my vicinity Counting up a fuckin check Diamonds came from Tiffany All 3 Regis on my neck Ain't no holy trinity F*ck that I be going hard till the day I die I got real diamonds on my glasses Like I'm Sabelye Wrists be hella chilly I ain't talking bout skyline That was fuckin corny But I killed this shit no cyanide Real diamond earrings shit so heavy That my ear fell off Music blowing up and hot Like a fuckin Molotov I be fuckin great I ain't talking bout no Kellogg's Every body judging but I tell em Back the hell off Counting up my cash doesn't get old Call it Timmy Turner Skeet on your bitches forehead Than I leave the server Bitch I be coming up fast Like I had an afterburner Stack up my lettuce that's cash Like I was a fuckin burger Tell em all cut the bullshit Like a matador I've only got time for one night Then I'm out the door Soon I'm gon be touring round the world Like an ambassador Car ain't got no roof Only room for one passenger Bitch Uh, hey I can't f*ck with y'all I'm killing all these rappers They the ozone I'm the aerosol F*ck Mexican standoff I'm still winning in a free for all My beats sound fuckin clean Like I'm spitting on some Lysol Ever since the first tape Bitch I feel I got the Midas touch I got all designer And my jewelry got the finest nugs Open up, loaded up Swear I got that flame She spell coconut, double cup Brain like mainframe hey Back on my bullshit I'm bringing the flavor My wrists like a 50 My neck be a glacier No Russian roulette 6 bullets in the chamber I'm spitting gold iPhone You spitting a pager Ima keep going Till I got a bag Ima make it big Now I'm asking where the laughter at Ima make a milli then another milli After that XXL where you at That's the master plan I was broke a couple weeks ago And now I'm getting paid I've been grinding hella hard Since we made F*ck Wayde Bitch I'm fuckin the game from the rear Like Mia Khalifa You bitches ain't shit Death Star and I'm an Ewok Uh, hey I can't f*ck with y'all I'm killing all these rappers They the ozone I'm the aerosol F*ck Mexican standoff I'm still winning in a free for all My beats sound fuckin clean Like I'm spitting on some Lysol Ever since the first tape Bitch I feel I got the Midas touch I got all designer And my jewelry got the finest nugs Open up, loaded up Swear I got that flame She spell coconut, double cup Brain like mainframe hey
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