MC Hammer [Freestyle]

I need a check like the engine
Put me on the guest list
He wanna do titles that I'm
Not really impressed with niggas in they ego
Rather take a mill yeah
Point me to that money paper
Long as my brazilian
Snatching wigs, I'm really their worst fear
If they can't hold their weight
I swear I slay 'em like reindeer
Even my dearest niggas was switching
When I was down i might go cop a jet
Just be sure who's up now
Back in the zone and they know what I'm on
Bitches upset and I'm peeping the tone
Sing on the phone or a nigga and dip

Tippin' the bitches while up in V-Live
Sipping on bottles, I don't do no wine
Wavier than the American flag
I'm a star, no spangled banner
Too legit like I'm MC Hammer
Money talks, and I got the grammar
Wiping niggas, no gammas, gammas
Everyday I wake up making headlines
Why the fuck the sleeping on
Me like it's bedtime
I just spent some hours at the car lot
My shoe game might be wetter than a swim top
They starin' at my pieces
Like it's wall art
Bitch, I got bigger diamonds than a ball park

You were never in the league
I put your nigga on the team
He say I'm doper than a fiend
And his brain better than a dean's list
He give me money, not flowers
I think he hurts than he ours
And his hair fly with no flower
Oh you think no power yeezys squeezing
I just boasted up another level
All you bitches need some class
Like a sports schedule
I can garantuee my name is in your search bar
I'm just showing them they averages
Like a report card
I've been giving them the game
For a minute now and if you're a pussy
We gon' drag you like a wedding gown
All these flavors
I could buy an ice cream shop
No vanilla bean, flyer than propeller wings
Everyday I elevate, flow under a
And I'm so high
That I can jump right over heaven's gate
Hit 'em with that goddess flow
Then hop out that holy ghost
I mean she's cool, she's alright, but
She ain't know how to act

I give 'em a fever do shit at my leisure
Not up in the jungle but
The snakes upon the t-shirt

I can flex for hours
Fuck you and your fake friends
Can't get close 'cause niggas dirty
As the Days Inn bitch I'm on my craft flow
Dog 'em like it's pet code
Heavy like a sandtruck
On my money band it out
Looking like I'm André
Flowing like it's prom day
Niggas should not fuck with me
That could put them in harm's way
Money on the speed dial roll up, let the
Flow so hard that I should
Charge 'em for the freestyle

Flow so hard that I should
Charge 'em for the freestyle
Flow so hard that I should
Charge 'em for the freestyle