Lyrics
(Got a, got a) got a couple things that I can never speak on
Got a couple niggas I can lean on
Got a couple niggas that gon' put you in the ER, ER
And we are the flyest, most highest
Nevermind this, golden touch, got the Midas
Got the Midas, touch money like it's priceless
Speak up, speak up, speak up (speak up)
Put in the spot can't keep up
And red bops can't keep up
Look at all these opps tryna team up
Ridin' wit hScotty and he beamed up
He done make a mil' when he free'd up
Me I go dumb with the visa
Dirt on my hands need a clean up
Niggas really fucked up when they let me in
The game ain't been the same ever since
I think they want us all in a box
But in the end I gave it all that I got
(Got a, got a) got a couple things that I can never speak on
Got a couple niggas I can lean on
Got a couple niggas that gon' put you in the ER, ER
And we are the flyest, most highest
Nevermind this, golden touch, got the Midas
Got the Midas, touch money like it's priceless
And nothing's for sure, and if I get more maybe I won't come down
Take too many bars, keep seein' stars, I wake up when the sun's down
Are you havin' fun now?
Slow down, slow down, I know how
Need enough money that can go around
Everytime I get it, I need more now
Balenciaga no lace
No face, no case
I've been gone without a trace
They wanna take my place, yeah
They wanna take this from me, yeah
But I can't let that be
(Got a, got a) got a couple things that I can never speak on
Got a couple niggas I can lean on
Got a couple niggas that gon' put you in the ER, ER
And we are the flyest, most highest
Nevermind this, golden touch, got the Midas
Got the Midas, touch money like it's priceless
Uh, Prime Forever, uh
Uh, I love that bitch she made a monster of me
I got a x-ray, dog the doctor said my heart is empty (crazy)
I'm not perfect, I know there's a lot of problems with me (clearly)
I just don't give a fuck as long as I got dollars with me
You know my dawgs are with me
She could've put her kid in private
school instead she spend it on her titties
Uh, those the girls that we around
('round), watch how we get down (down)
Red at the bottom of sneakers now (of my sneakers now)
I used to only want it but I need it now
Swear to God I need it now
This shit drives me crazy baby, know I'm hard to be around
But I won't always be around
I won't always be around
Writer(s): Jordan Whiston, Theodore Tchamala, Todd Smyth, Gordon Phillips
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