Midas Touch Lyrics

Money Bag Music, Ooh, That's that shit!

Vino,Money, money, money

Vino, it's me

Catch me golden handed Midas Touched my pinkey ring

Holdin' by a thread while I'm out here pullin' strings

Take her to the bedroom, make her sing, make her scream

She's hittin' all the high notes, she sound like Mariah

Steady Spendin' bank notes, pockets on fire

Stuntin like I'm moon walkin' on a high wire

No Red Bull, I am high flyer

She be gettin' low like four flat tires

What's a church without a choir

Or a book without a writer

I'm just gettin' started

Please don't push my buttons, shit can get retarded

Pay the judge off, no trial, beg your pardon

If I gotta tell the truth, I got it for a bargain

Run up, I step back, shoot like Harden

Life like a poker game, and I'm all in

Runnin' past these kids like they still crawlin'

Stayin' in your own lane, I'm passin' like they stallin'

Picasso how I'm drawin', you know I paint a picture

Listen to the words and it's soundin' like some scripture

Mix it with the liquor and the lighters start to flicker

Head is gettin' bigger, heavy spitter gettin' sicker (gettin sicker)

Pull it off the lot, they shocked, lookin' at the sticker

Yeah, Vino, it's me

Coach, put me in!