Midas Lyrics

Brand new Gielly's in the mail

I don't- I don't know who bitch I hit, I'm high as hell

W- Walking out of Saks, go meet my hoe in YSL

I ain't plan on blowing all these bands, I might as well

Yeah I might as well

Least you tried if you failed

Everything I touch turn gold, must be how Midas felt

Ye- Yeah I got a girl but baby you my type as well

I put in that Dolce but she said Chanel

Yeah Yeah Forreal

Yeah I got clothes that's older than me

Make a good girl get down on her knees

Can't answer the phone, bitch it's time to geek

Yeah on my soul you niggas be weak

I run through a zip in less than a week

Get you out my mind, I'm hitting delete

Yeah I'm from the west all my hoes on the east

Bitch I'm good everywhere that I go

I'm a genius they said I was slow

Rock Margiela my head to my toe

When I walk in, it's yo time to go

Black and white CDG look like Po

Is she mine? I guess we'll never know

That's a lesson boy just play yo role

That's a lesson, these bitches be cold

Yeah I remember when I was a kid

Everyday that I'd come home from school

My mama she yelling at me

She mad I don't follow no rules

In class, I ain't pay no attention

They taught what I already knew

I looked at myself in the mirror

And I said this shit ain't for you