Money Bag Freestyle
Ch-ch-ch-check me out

This my life in a quick sum
When I talk, I just put in some wisdom
I was raised, with a mom and a dad
Split up, with my past in the trap
Ballin hard, shit I don't need to cap
Dirty Sprite, in the back with the pack
If you gangsta, you would have you a Mac
Behind bars, took a while to rap
Big talk, for a kid like you
Karma bad, cuz it will bite you
In the back, cuz I don't front like you
SinDaBadd, and it's on my shoes
Call me dad, and I'll call you my boo
Bitch relax, I ain't tryna wife you
Money bag, swimmin into my view
Grab it fast, fore it go typhoon
Check me out, I ain't rappin for fame
First time I ever put in some pain
Gotta get, to the top of the game
Lotta hits, in the back of the frame
I got ice, in my cup, purple drank
She fuck around with them, so her pussy stank
Yeah my homies can be seen with the dank
I'ma splash, on her face, call it paint
Yeah she love to suck me up at her place
Babysitter, ate my kids with a taste
Yeah you pussies, takin L's in this game
I'm just poppin, but I don't like the fame
(I'm just poppin, but I don't like the fame)
(Ballin hard)
(Can be seen with the dank)