Cash Rules Freestyle

I'm that, uh, I'm that, I'm that, I'm that

I'm that nigga with the tattoos, sticks on bamboo
Bumping Wu-Tang in the whip, yelling, "Cash rules!"
Bitches that surround me, niggas always frowning
Snitches get the stitches so just never get to clowing
Your girl think I'm sexy just because I'm getting money
And I will never die just like a fucking Bugs Bunny
Police tryna catch me just because I'm in an Audi
But I just push the pedal cause I'll never go to county, uh
I woke up, I put my socks on, your bitch is knocked out
Guess she slept here for the night, I gotta take my watch out
I check the time, it's fucking 7 in the morning
I don't get up early unless I'm mother fucking touring
Go into the kitchen, I'ma pour a bowl of cereal
Now I'm kinda mad, I spilled some milk on my material
Shawty just woke up, she need an Uber to her crib and all
I told her, "Baby, walk from where we at until Imperial"
I'm that dude, bet I catch you sniffing cat food
As who know about me? I ain't that new
Never rap beef, fuck is fast food
Flat head on me, get yo' motherfucking ass screwed
Never call her back because her motherfucking ass rude
I just mad she didn't let me fuck, yo, shawty mad rude
Oh well, I still just saw her titties though
Country motherfucker, I'm just kidding, I'm a city folk
Take a bath in acid just so I [?] fucking choke
Slap your face so straight like you just heard a shitty joke
Niggas better watch it when they speak to me
Cause you know Joey popping, I don't speak for free
Take a knee, diamonds on me prolly straight from Tiffany
Industry love to act like they still got some dignity
Uh, it's Joey Trap, I'm gassing till the end
The way I'm writing rhymes, you'd think I got a magic pen
But when I do it off the top my head
I just have to spit and then the shit a trend