all this money (freestyle)

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[Intro] Fuckin' idiot Say, yeah All this money, all this money All this money, all this money, yeah All this money, all this money, say Yeah [Verse 1] I know it hurts, I feel this shit for years and I can't go back (Yeah) Money in my purse, homie, that's your rent Lil' nigga, that's not no stack (Facts) Young Kelly Ripa, woke up early mornin' thirst trappin' that (Alright) Young Michael Stra' cut through the lines and aim straight for gat' (Pssht) Nigga, where is your team at? Archie Bunker to these dingbats Left home and brought rings back Rode the car, pulled out the king bat Hit the stage, yeah, I dream that I be missin' how the crowd react Hop in the Lyft with the knife and the gat' Show out, we make sure you nap, Easy Street Industry niggas be needin' me (What else?) I'm on the edge like BDB Once I get that champagne in me this Kool Moe Doe vs. Busy B Ha, build my legacy, ha-ha, what you got for me? Fourteen, fourteen, half an O by midnight, I had seven Gs Smoke your bitch out when I'm in town, get her in my show for free Freaky bitch, she kiss my neck and make me feel like Devin Heat I mean Devon Hen', bringin' press with the pen Strip the beat, break down the stems, compress it, bussin' (Boy) I feel like Anna Nicole gettin' paid off of these old niggas in the grave I got a Desi and I got a K, BDB and Shanaynay Spit in that pussy and look in the face Call my main bitch Gina Payne Beats put your favorite artist in place My baby love when I EQ the bass You know you winnin' when just do this and niggas gotta hate (Ha) Can't keep this pace (Huh), eatin' good every day (Huh) Same ho, same space (Huh), niggas singin' like Case (Huh) I be in my own way (Huh) I wanna see my bitch get money and prosper every day [Break] Yeah, look [Verse 2] No SremmLife, but I'm a Black Beetle (Word) Slugs on me like moss, people [?] same color Don Cheadle Baby, you know that this weapon was lethal Fuck other rappers, we never been equal Bustin' at niggas like Harris and Klebold Star of the show but you won't get a sequel Compare and contrast, we got different contracts (Yeah) I own all my shit, you work for Craig Kellerman and Comcast Young Inspector Gadget, you bitches get to pick up my slack Ha-ha, more bread for me Your life don't mean shit to me, last night I had an epiphany (Fuckin' Beetlejuice or some shit, hahaha) I reappropriated bigotry Got these crackers all up in their feelings Bitch, I'm with the racket, Vijay Singh You ain't really ratchet, you a fuckin' flea [Outro] Yeah, it's nasty All this money, all this money All this money, all this money All this money, all this money All this money, all this money, yeah
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- JPEGMAFIA