Roy August - Mida$ (feat. IMP THA DON) Lyrics

Woo Woo
Woooo

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist

I want the racks
Put the dough on the mat
I got em shaking their hips, that is how women react
Nigga don't f*ck with my set, got the city on my back
All of your numbers are fake, pull up to my location

Iconic, is i
Pure it, its dry
Oh wait, I don't need lies
My bitches, they bite
Pull up on sight, my drank is right

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist

I need gold on my wrist
You a high risk
You can't chill with your highness
Im up top with bright lids

I don't care what you say
I can sip the Dusse when i want
Your girl aint too safe
I came popping and just see her when i want

House call, i got the touch don't doubt it dawg
I don't drop the ball
I pass it to Roy and he done with yall
Its like we ain't gotta try
Its a different kind of life
(rubber band gang f*ck a bank nigga)
F*ck them other guys

Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist (Da da damn!!)
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist
Touch is midus, midus
I need gold my wrist, my wrist