Lyrics:
(Codeine)
Hype Williams, Little X
If you don't say it direct
Could give a fuck, ayy, yeah, yeah
I put some ice on her hand
I let her take an advance
full of drugs
If they like me, tell 'em line up
While I sit behind team, point 'em out like a line up
[Verse 11: Juelz Santana]
Mic check, one two, one
we built
I hope, that they have better understanding
Check it out
Goin' to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All
looking right
I wanna see how you ride it
Let me know you bout it
Have you speak another language
By the end of the night yea
Check the lingo
(Check
Woo Its your boy Bobby Williams haha yea black ma gic yea
Yo Drewy bootman I think we got one man hahaha
Nkani ya money chuma dollar tuli che (Tuli
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
From the land of miracles comes Mr. Williams
And he says "don't give up", he says "don't give up"
This Southern born spiritualist who brings
Joey
Mic check mic check
It go
Okay the wait's up, waited up, really don't know where to start
Niggas fresh home want me dead and gone, I'm
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
MONEY L what's UP BABY ITS YA BOY SKILLZ MAN
I'm HITTING YA ON THE CHECK IN
MY BAD MAN I ain't CALLED YOU IN A MINUTE
MAN I'm OUT IN L.A. DOING MY
done found a way yeah, we got it
I don't flex unless I'm in Gold's (No)
Shout out Foggieraw
I'm dressed in God is my boast (Boast)
I don't answer calls
to fold my beard
Check one, two, Sonny, tell Bob to dim the lights up
You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right
Stones are screaming, hot
my white tee (yeah), yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it's lit), uh
They gon' wipe you, before you wipe me (phew)
Unboxing my checks
or the ceiling
You know I got you go pick out some colors Sherwin Williams
Phone be ringing like a married hand
Imma business man
I got a light but need
I remember when I was 11 years old I found 250 worth of crack
I kept asking myself how could I sell it
I couldn't be out there trappin my mom ain't
he ain't bout no drama
If there really is a problem it'll be over by tomorrow
All my shawty's look like models but I am not a role model
They say lama
he ain't bout no drama
If there really is a problem it'll be over by tomorrow
All my shawty's look like models but I am not a role model
They say lama
shop"
I need my check from my old job, I need my check from my old job
Watch out lil' bitch or get clotheslined
I say, "Take off your clothes," she
divine
Jason Williams how I'm out here droppin' dimes
We do this often honestly its all the time
So if you talking crazy better get your ass in line
you gotta respect
That I'll make it by myself
And I won't even need you for a sec
Yeah I'm the type of girl to get it on her own
(Ladies listen up)
If
on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he'd stagger a little as he went out the door
I can still hear
out the grid(Grid)
This is why I’m hot like that nigga Mim’s(Mims)
Lord knows how I’m coming it’s real (Lord knows)
I’m praying hard all my people get
Far out
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Check
Let's go get some
Checks
Checks
Checks
Checks
Checks
Checks
I got goals much bigger than
Yo Will.i.am, my nigga, it's your boy Dre
Yo, I don't think people know that you know how to take it to the streets
Check it out now, check it
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