Praise the Lord (Freestyle)

I Swear to god, these niqqas on that lame shit That legal money slow and a niqqa cant be patient I'm running up my check, made like ten g's out the basement Ain't worried bout yo bitch right now, i'm strictly money chasing Skeet skrut bitch we out Ain't got time to hang around And she say she wanna see me but i barely be in town I dont care cause i got bitches up in every fucken city I get fucked up in yo section & yo bitch be driving DD Ayee Bitch i'm the man, I'm that niqqa with them bands And that shit that i be smoking got me landing in japan What niqqa want these hands This 40 make you dance Emde squeezin for no reason say some dumb shit you go missing Diamonds coolin like the season (Bitch) F*ck up a check or goodbye Diamonds drippen like the water slippen out the foutain bitch i got a slide Niqqas trippen off me, I dont really give a f*ck Couple carrots on my wrist, thats a bustdown audemars Aye aye i got a stake my niqqa get a plate We went from being hella broke to being hella paid Ain't gotta work bitch im a boss it's in my Dna You'd think a niqqa chillen but i swear to god i'm getting paid (Bitch) Uhhh stop that shit niqqa...