Midas Touch Lyrics by Malz Monday
I’m a car collector, I’m an art collector
Got too many wounds, see, I’m a scar collector
Smart as a Harvard professor, what’s with the awkward gestures?
Y’all playin’ catch-up, been a hustler, rap money’s just extra
Stackin’ these dollars, I’m just pilin’ them up
Interior bloody guts, like it’s that time of the month
He could be 7’3″, I’m still sizin’ him up
She gon’ give me the Heezy while I vibe just blunt
New York born and raised, but it’s Yachty in my DNA
Before I copped that foreign, gotta holla at my CPA
No Fendi in my closet, I’m depositin’ my Frito-Lays
Watchin’ Players Club, I used to have a crush on Lisa Rae
Ask around the town, I came up slingin’ pounds at my grandma house
So I came, kicked them hinges down, get on the ground
Marijuana, can’t believe the time I did behind that
Now it’s legal, but them crackers still won’t get my time back
Niggas say they gon’ pull up, then put a date on it
Everything I got, I prayed for it, then they preyed on it
But the crown already got my name engraved on it
I pulled up in an old school with candy paint on it
Gotta zoom out to see the bigger picture
Ain’t just your enemies, you gotta watch the ones that switch it
Just look what Judas did to Jesus when you read the scripture
That’s why I’m ridin’ solo, you won’t catch me in the mixture
Uh, this the Chronicles, my plan is diabolical
I did the impossible, like, bitch, I got a lot to prove
When the time’s right, I’ma see the lime light The L’s really be necessary, lessons in hindsight
Doors up on a Model X, it’s a modest flex
Got a gift, went from poverty stricken to opulence
Fallin’ off, not a chance with minimal effort I’m used to the pressure, bitch, I keep my cool in the desert
Rolled a weed, light it up, now I got the Itis, bruh
I feel like Elon Musk, I pulled up in a Cybertruck
Front to bottom, rubbin’ shoulders with the higher-ups
I left for gold, chillin’ dust, I got the Midas touch
I’m a business man, in the business, man
Myself, what I invested in is payin’ dividends
The value is intrinsic, my ass is mostly tangible
The MasterCard is just like MasterP, it got no limit, uh
I got a Beamer that I daily drive
Got a Supra that I barely drive
Used to go to school rockin’ hand-me-downs
Now I got my own clothing line
Came a long way, man, even my haters can’t deny
You ain’t standin’ with me, nigga, then just stand aside
Put that cannon on him, now they actin’ camera shy
You know a nigga finna blow like a
Hold up, you know you caught me on a track It’s gettin’ vandalized
