Niche Ken - Money Making Niche (feat. JerkMan) Lyrics

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
I hit that griddy, got on my Grizzly, I been hustlin' ever since
Seem like every other day, probably with a different bitch
They say life's a gamble, payin' all my tithes with poker chips

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
Feel like Bron in 2018, cause I'm ballin' like a bitch
OG and za, got it by the bow, if you want, come get you a zip
Nigga tried to cross me, choppa turned him to a crucifix

Nigga tried to back door, switchy sent him to the gulag quick
Smoking lemon cherry mixed with sherbet runtz, bitch this my favorite mix
Pop a perky 30, take a sip of Wocky, don't pass me no trish
You took her out to eat, I took her to my crib and had her eat my dick

Every time I hit the Stu, I'm comin' back out with a f*ckin' hit
Temper tantrum, when I put that shit on, cause I always throw a fit
We done made a hundred off of, but now we tryna go legit
Slime you out like Anaconda, V12 motor, this ain't no V6

Want advice from me, better go chase a bag and run that shit up quick
Don't ever trust a bitch, nor cuff a bitch, stay off that sucker shit
If you in that jam, keep your mouth shut, don't tell them people shit
And be a man of your word, nigga, don't be a hypocrite

Got these Cubans on my neck and got this Rollie on my wrist
Riding strikers in your hood, I'm in a steamer in this bitch
Push to start, I don't even need no key up in this bitch
Mix Celine with that Rick Owens, got me flee up in this bitch

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
I hit that griddy, got on my Grizzly, I been hustlin' ever since
Seem like every other day, probably with a different bitch
They say life's a gamble, payin' all my tithes with poker chips

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
Feel like Bron in 2018, cause I'm ballin' like a bitch
OG and za, got it by the bow, if you want, come get you a zip
Nigga tried to cross me, choppa turned him to a crucifix

Niche say life's a gamble, but I told him life is just a jerk
Bron in 18, that just mean that I'm the 2011 Dirk
Pop a perc, mix it with the Dusse, on god it quench my thirst
I'm a Money Makin' nigga, so I know these bitches worth

I wanna go bank for bank, he scared, he wanna go bar for bar
She know I'm a star, I made Bussin' and now she wanna f*ck
Put shit on like prom, mix designers like a f*cking project
Tell me I'm the bomb, I ain't even blow yet, I'm a f*ckin' bomb threat

Electrify the crowd, you would think a nigga work for ComEd
Got a Islam freak, her ass a beast, she give out that lil bomb head
Shorty ass a demon like Melina off of Mortal Kombat
Man I am so high, I pack the woods like Mexicans in compacts

Breadwinners, who I'm ridin' with, I'm with Niche Ken
Two bitches in the back, post on they snap, they with they rich friends
VVS's glistenin', Hellcats driftin
Always got pieces to the puzzles, I bring fits in

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
I hit that griddy, got on my Grizzly, I been hustlin' ever since
Seem like every other day, probably with a different bitch
They say life's a gamble, payin' all my tithes with poker chips

I feel like Money Mitch, nah, call me Money Making Niche
Feel like Bron in 2018, cause I'm ballin' like a bitch
OG and za, got it by the bow, if you want, come get you a zip
Nigga tried to cross me, choppa turned him to a crucifix