Lyrics: Midas done made all them hits Pop all my opps like some zits Who you think made them 808 kicks? Poppin! I got a hunnid bands in my pocket yeah Blast off with money like Team Rocket, Yeah You know Midas be poppin bands Got the blue bands all in my hands When we square up I take a stance All these haters too pussy, to dance Poppin in my hands, got them guns with them cans Every time I pull the trigger gone slam Never worry about not hittin, it don’t jam I ain’t worried bout bummin’ haters My girl pop tricks on my dick (like skaters) I be high in the sky like the satellite Gotta make sure my blunts be packin tight Midas and Johnny B in the East to the West Side I be stoned outta my mind livin my best life Johnny makin dabs in a lab, Bill Nye the Science Guy My loud pack hittin hard like it did 9/11 Got so much gas on me hoe call me 7/11 Me and Shino blaze up bitch we like, Mac plus Devin Smoke my sins away, preachin to the damn revarand On this flight to the west, I'm feeling like a big don Got my eyes on the prize, gotta make that paper long My baby's by my side, she's the one that I depend on Looking out the window, watching the clouds pass, one by one Been partying hard, smokin, sippin on that yak I'm the one who's always fresh, like a new pair of Jordans in a pack I'm living life to the fullest, never looking back Money talks, but I ain't never gonna slack I'm always in control, never out of whack Stacking up my cash, making moves, never gonna lack Money's always flowing, thanks to the moneymaking committee And you know we ballin hard so we always stayin litty Been to 6 countries, I ain’t ever go back to my city Feelin like ADHD the way that I stay busy And the boys is the back in town like it’s just thin lizzy I'm the one they call when they need a hit, I'm like Drizzy with the flow When I step on stage, it's a soldout show Sold out shows, seen a hunnid million of them hoes How I ever make this money, I ain’t ever know Who the fuck be listening to shit, I don’t know But I stay lit, yeah more