Bubblegum Bitties Freestyle

Sand Castles

Get That Money Boy

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I said, I never felt so good
Feeling like I'm supposed to
Went from staying still to going coast to coast to coast to
And yeah, I blow the track, it comes to dough, I blow the most too
Those two, supposed to be two of my closest niggas,
But I do it big with cash, call my money poster paper
And my gross income got the grossest figures,
But yall haters so "ew" I can't approach you niggas
Cuz that hating shit nasty. 
Feeling brand new like I'm still in the plastic
Since my first day I was always where the cash be
Guess i was born to the banks (Banks) like Ashley.
Carlton nigga, I be so Fresh Prince
Niggas hating on me I don't know why, but I guess it's
Because I be on guest lists, attending all the festives
And still be winter fresh, so nigga call me when your breath stinks

Hook:
Oh
 I be in my own zone
I had to sit back and learn, but now it's my turn
NIgga get off my throne

And yall niggas shouldve known
That this is where I belong
Man it cost me alot, but now I'm at the top
And I feel so at home

So nigga watch me put my feet up

Verse 2:
So nigga watch me put my feet up
Living like a party, drinking liquor by the liter
And I'm flicking on the heater, weather on top is always freezing
Talking, talking to the man inside myself like Madea.
Saying "yo we finally made it" 
So I'ma drink it 'til I'm faded, blow this cash like it's deflated 
Yo my style can't be equated, replicated or recreated
And we be on time, but I still feel so elated
Cuz you aint on my echelon, green on me like a leprechaun 
I live like Tony Stark and your girlfriend is my Pepper Pots
Yea I get her hot, and then I get her home
Showing off like they're brand new, but I already seen this episode
And it's getting old. Yea a tad bit
Cuz we be playing money ball, Brad Pit
You see, y'all no longer here (hair) like your dad head
We're in the front all alone like the bad kid.

Outro:
So I'll be leaving
But I'ma bring the truth back, cuz Vineland needs it
They said I'll do it big like Big, and I believe em
I'm waiting for my throne (thrown) like a wide receiver. 

Feel At Home

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I swear it's like 4 O'clock, I aint go to sleep yet
Staring at my phone, but up to now aint hear no beep yet
Like why this chick aint texting me back?
But she aint gon do me dumb, best believe that
Cuz she aint stressing me bad, like the rest of these cats
Cuz I'm a IDGAF nigga, i was blessed to be that. 
Like why these chicks be thinking they make a difference
When they be on that bitch shit, but I aint gon listen
Cuz I'm just tryna get this money
And they just tryna spoil it
Cuz they know that I'm the shit, so they tryna flush me down the toilet.

Hook:
But I got honeys down to get it, and money unlimited
Her phone number and these checks got the same amount of digits
I got money unlimited and honeys down to get it
These phone numbers and my check got the same amount of digits

And that's counting the area code
So I got a few broads just to carry my dough
And I said that's counting the area code,
So I got a few broads just to carry my dough

You know, nigga!

IDGAF Freestyle w/ Shoutouts

Lyrics:

Verse 2 (JB):
I'm bout a dollar making Roebucks, call Sears
We in that Cad, you in a small Ford (forward), Paul Pierce
We ball players, pulling strings like guitar players
They say that money talk, talk, well I'm all ears.
I don't hear you, cuz the money's voice drowns you out,
But girl you can get the hash tag, I'll pound you out.
Unpredictable, you couldn't read us if you sound it out.
Game dead? Well I'll recipitate it, mouth to mouth. 

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