Money Mitch 2 - Mitch

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