Lyrics:
a check (fuck it)
I'm finna' gon' head and flex, and hope I don't end up in debt (aye)
I'm finna' fuck up a check, I'm finna fuck up a check (fuck it up,
she want sit on
I spot like a glizzy with the prints everything
I’m rocking is inspired by a prince song
Fresh out the wrapper
Ain’t a stain or lent
pull out a hundred
All of y'all niggas jabroni
They phony they can't even keep it a hundred
My niggas came from nothing
They go to the bando and get
Carlito by the train tracks
Snipin' bitches out your favorite movies
Totin' choppas last week, open locker, man, they tried to shoot me
Need a hundred
stood
Can you feel me? And then you wanted to go
Out there and play me? (Check it out)
Are you crazy? (Uh)
Yo, Biggie, how we do it?
Now Biggie Smalls is
with her keys
Because it's obvious to see
Her main character energy
MCE…
Damn this fear of missing out
Stasis sparks uncertain doubt
Constant change
that?
Forgot I was a singer, damn, bring the run back
Woo!
[Chorus]
Aye, Check me out doe
I'mma keep it real with you
Aye Check me out doe
I'm
Jordans and some new Js
The main objective was to make it out
By any means, if I find out where the plug stay I'm stakin' out
A long ways to go, but look
your tweeter
Every rapper's talkin' 'bout killin' somebody
But they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
[Chorus]
This is the hip hip hip,
Sweetmeal Sam, real ham,
Handing out bread and jam just like any picnic.
It's 5-4 on William Wright; he made his pile on Derby night.
When Billy was
Triple B's, we global
Yeah
Everywhere I go
I'ma ball (I'ma ball)
I just, I just, I just want it all (I do)
I had to go get the check (check
really awake
I realized then what I could do
I just check out the scene
From a whole new view
It wasn't hard, you see
It didn't take much time
I started
main
Off with his head
Turn cutthroat I'm at
His neck for the check
No pot roast cooking
Him slow let it sit
Pop up for that bread
Now he toast
It's Scale Music bitch
Big Bank cut the check and make a stretch
Run up the bag bitch I do it just to flex
Like it's Payday
Nigga do you know what I
a motherfucking scene
Check, run it, all hundreds
Check, run it, all hundreds
Check, run it, all hundreds (ignant motherfucker please)
Check, run it, all
this to a Crime scene
Cause my main don't got no time For me
So shawty gonna ride for me
Ten years ago I met this girl who was A hoe turns out she was my
[DJ E-Z Dick]
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets,
niggaz know the deal
Check it out, the fuckin' shit is real
Hey yo, it's real
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe]
Check it out
Let me let ya know why I made this
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
[Intro]
Oh man
Oh man, oh man
Not again
[Verse 1]
Yeah
I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me
Back to back for the niggas
be rappin', shit ain't on me, it's in me
This one for real ones doin' bids, right now, I'm speakin' fedenese (brrt)
This is not for a check
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
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