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MIDAS
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Hip-Hop/Rap
MIDAS was released on May 9, 2025 by Soul Konnections / Highclass Records as a part of the album KASK
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AlbumKASK
Release DateMay 9, 2025
LabelSoul Konnections / Highclass Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mason Fletcher
Mason Fletcher
Vocals
Tajiri high
Tajiri high
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mason Fletcher
Mason Fletcher
Songwriter
Tajiri high
Tajiri high
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SK / HIGH CLASS
SK / HIGH CLASS
Producer

Lyrics

Please don't gas him, he on E
Now his bitch wanna come with me
Drive that car without no key
She feel my pants, she tryna fuck
Bad ass bitch, she hit her knees
Don't want your bitch, don't want your slut
Pass that hoe straight to the team
I'm all in her ovaries
I don't tend to go easy
I've been working on my feet
I got motion, y'all on freeze
New V, speeding down that street
Don't do snippets, they gon' leak
I run shit without no cleats
Watch me up velocity
Yeah
She hit her knees, she call me lord
Now she's screaming out for God
Hit from the back, I'm giving her more
Now my money, it go through the ceiling
Stack that shit up from the floor
Put them stars up in the ceiling
Model X, falcon doors
Score like Kareem
I'm a machine
Gun with a beam
Back of the beamer
Better believe
She never gon' leave
Pass me the reefer
Put me at ease, yeah
Energy high
Got it on lock
We never stop
Calling my pops
He doing time
But he'll be alright
I got a knife
And I'm finna slice, yeah
Slice
Slice
Slice
Slice
I got Midas Touch, everything I touch
Turn to gold, I'm nice
Count that money up
Now she just, want me to get behind
Diamonds on me, huh
VVs on my neck, shine so bright
See we going up
Yeah, they just, copy
Yeah, they bite
Red dot, got that sight
Take off, fuck that light
Fuck that bitch, she tight
Yeah, she get me right
Yeah, she go all night
Ride my dick
Like a bike
She sucking my soul and shit, huh
I can't stand up
Drop that song
Making hits, yeah
Making anthems
Paper cut my hands, yeah
Count them bands, yeah
Count them M's
She know I'm the man, huh
Yeah, that I'm him
Pockets never slim
They know that I'm trim
I'm with twin and them
Carry like I'm Jim
It's so obvious
These **** ain't popping shit
They be so oblivious
I swear my bitch the prettiest
Huh, yeah (woo)
Please don't gas him, he on E
Now his bitch wanna come with me
Drive that car without no key
She feel my pants, she tryna fuck
Bad ass bitch, she hit her knees
Don't want your bitch, don't want your slut
Pass that hoe straight to the team
I'm all in her ovaries
I don't tend to go easy
I've been working on my feet
I got more, she all on freeze
New V, speeding down that street
Don't do snippets, they ain't gon' leak
I run shit without no cleats
Watch me up velocity
Yeah
Written by: Mason Fletcher, Tajiri high
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