Lil' Uzi Vert

Lil' Uzi Vert - Money Mitch lyrics

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All your jewelry look funny

All your bitches look funny

All your money look funny

No big face hundreds

No bitch say nothing

Yeah, Lil Uzi, sixteen hundred

Crib look like the playboy mansion got sixteen bunnies

I'm the lover, yeah, do what I wanna

Don't cop from that nigga right there he is a undie

Remember they ain't love me now these girls wanna hug me

Only said that cause they boyfriends listenin'

But these girls wanna f**k me



Got the rari, saw the Wraith, running

Run it, Run it, Run it, Run it

Now I'm on top of them game remember I was nothing

If I talk to your girl, Man I swear you lucky

Oh, swim in it, oh, let me touch it

Turn around girl let me bust it

Running back, running back, rush it

In Atlanta, like I'm TJ Duckett

Dior suit, take the arm and I cuff it

Trap snow off for nothing, run up and they bust it

Take xans til I stumble, full bars now I punt em

Look she brung her friends they wanna tumble

Talk to mines in the huddle

All my niggas some savages you could leave em in the jungle

You could leave em in the desert

They some dogs need a muzzle

Baby girl turn around, I do not wanna cuddle

Damn you wet like a puddle, said you wet like a puddle

And I'm feeling myself, on a molly and a other one

Now your life is ahead of you, no one is ahead of you

Mike Tyson I'm impeccable, man I swear that's what this bread'll do

I swear that's what this bread'll do, (money money)

She took me in the backroom said see what this head'll do

Run it, Run it, bitch run it



Hundred thousand in jewelry told my jeweler run it

Why you keep talking bout money

Boy you ain't got no money

Why you keep on sneak dissing

Boy I am not no dummy



Got a white bitch her name Connie

Slide in the lamb like a Johnny

In LA TMZ run up on me, kicking the cam like karate

In a Porsche, she in a Mazi'

She got pictures of me while its sleep

Said she want fifteen thousand

Run it, run it, run it, run it

Once I pay that money, lil bitch you is a done one

Big gun like I'm huntin', my cousin was chopping them onions

Move that shit straight out the oven

Went on the block made a hundred

Went on the block made a hundred

Hundred thousand, all of my niggas they wilding

I'm a Vlone thug, that's why I'm stylish

My main girl I swear that she in college

She give me brain that's how I get knowledge

In that studio rocking that Alex

Smokin' gas got me high like a pilot

Man that girl she work at Follies

Man that girl she work at Magic City

The girl at follies she got the titties

The girl at Magic she got the body

On the real neither one of them fifty

Neither one of these girls get me, yuh

They only with me cause I got these hundreds and fifties

Lil Uzi don't move with no twenties

Funny thing is you really don't move with money

You still move with them tens and them fives

You still move with those nickels and dimes

You took that girl to meet your mom

But I f**ked that girl right on the come

Put them girls all in a line, boy, I'm not lyin'

Please do not get out of line, I'm a leo like lion

Huh, run it, run it, bitch run it, yeah



Hundred thousand in jewelry told my jeweler run it

Why you keep talking bout money

Boy you ain't got no money

Why you keep sneak dissing

Boy I am not no dummy (no)

Got the 'rari, saw the Wraith, run it

Run it, run it, run it
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