J Crown - Praise the Lord (Freestyle) Lyrics

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 f*cken city
I get f*cked 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...