JPEGMAFIA - Anna Nicole freestyle lyrics

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

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

Yeah, look

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

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