Mir Fontane - Hide the Money (feat. DaBaby) (2019)

Mir Fontane - Hide the Money (feat. DaBaby)

Intro:
Hmmmm
Hmm
Yeah

Chorus:
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Ooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic
Money comin' automatic
Bustin' bands out the plastic
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Ooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic
Money comin' automatic
Bustin' bands out the plastic

Verse-1:
I thought it out and then have it (I did)
That's the law of attraction (Yeah)
I be splashin' out in Dallas (Ooooh)
Like I ball for the Mavericks
Like I ball for the Mavericks (Yeah)
I'm the number one draft pick (Yeah, yeah)
I made it out through the ashes (ayyy)
Only legal transactions
My real daddy was a deadbeat (Yuh)
I was just 3 when he dipped me (Yuh)
He ain't have words for me back then (Nah)
Now he want a verse on my next beat (Hmmm)
Shot my first gun at 15 (Bow)
Shot my last gun at 15 (Yeah)
I can't get into the details (Noooo)
All I can say is he miss me
And I pray that I missed him (Yeah)
Don't want nobody come and get me (Bow)
Pray to God, can't forget me (Yeah)
I wanna cry in the Bentley (Ooh)
But I know these niggas shifty (Yeah)
I ride or die with her with me (Ahhhh)
If I die, I'm a legend
If I die, they gon' miss me
I called your phone, it was busy (Yeah)
Ain't nobody that busy (No)
I'm on the bread like Jiffy (Ooh)
Pockets heavy, Tee Grizzley
Take you out to my city (Yeah)
Where I'm from it get risky (Yeah, know)
You get shot in your kidney (Yeah)
If you Goofy like Disney (Ba- bow)

Chorus:
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Oooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic
Money comin' automatic
Bustin' bands out the plastic (Ba-ba-bow)
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Ooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic (Yeah)
Money comin' automatic (Yeah)
Bustin' bands out the plastic (Let's go)

Verse-2:
These niggas know what's happenin', nigga (Uh-huh)
Won't let them 2Pac me
Won't take my life in traffic, nigga (Let's go)
I'm in the suburbs (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch got more balls than half these niggas (Huh)
I'm behind tint (Huh)
Get my dick sucked through my drawers (Yeah, yeah)
She goin' dumb, that's why I'm swervin' (Okay)
Might fuck around, get a ticket or somethin' (Uh-huh)
Cut it out, we get plenty of money (Yeah)
Niggas all on my dick in they mentions
They treatin' me like I'm P-Diddy or somethin'
I keep a burner where you can't see
Like I'm scared of you stealin' it from me (Uh-huh)
Can't get shit out of Jersey, we thuggin'
Yeah, nigga

Chorus:
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Ooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic
Money comin' automatic
Bustin' bands out the plastic (Ba-ba-bow)
Hide the money in the mattress (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas actin' too dramatic (Yeah, yeah)
Know they wanna catch me lackin' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna die in traffic (Yeah, yeah)
I just wanna meet a ratchet (Ooooh)
In L.A. like I'm magic
Money comin' automatic
Bustin' bands out the plastic