Chek
DJ Esco, Future
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Pluto (If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) I get to these racks consistently Who gon' stop me now? They keep talkin', I'm talkin' 'bout drugs 'Bout to pop one now I just cashed out on two-door Maybach Who talkin' now? I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I put a pool on top of the penthouse You can see me now I'm still high from the day before 'Bout to re-up now Nigga was broke some years ago F*ck around, lose a cap Had the stewardess on the PJ And she chewed me out I was always in some shit Nigga, look at me now These bitches will have me lookin' bad Tryna air me out Then I gave that bitch some cash Over a fair amount Ain't gon' never trust a bitch Who can't close they mouth I get to these racks consistently Who gon' stop me now? They keep talkin', I'm talkin' 'bout drugs 'Bout to pop one now I just cashed out on two-door Maybach Who talkin' now? I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check I just fucked up me a check They keep talkin' I'm talkin' 'bout racks I'm 'bout to pop one now Most of these niggas all whack They 'bout to get knocked off now I done went way past the quota Shit, I lost account, yeah Put a turbo on a motor It was unannounced Make the Forbes' once again The talk of the town I got Snow White on the seat Shit, I'm droppin' it down I put good dope on this beat I'm 'bout to take some now They keep talkin' I'm talkin' 'bout jewelry 'Bout to buy some now I get to these racks consistently Who gon' stop me now? They keep talkin', I'm talkin' 'bout drugs 'Bout to pop one now I just cashed out on two-door Maybach Who talkin' now? I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check I just fucked up me a check Get, get your money, get your weight up Just like a shark, your dog get ate up I been told, another demeanor I been frozen, another demeanor Got more lights than a arena Hit 'em on sight for the subpoena Pull, pull up a new Lamborghini (I just pulled up Lamborghini) What's the total? You can keep the receipt I can dap up Curry sittin' in my seat, yeah I give her allowance three times a week, yeah I'm out your league, yeah (I just pulled up Bentley truck) I get to these racks consistently Who gon' stop me now? They keep talkin', I'm talkin' 'bout drugs 'Bout to pop one now I just cashed out on two-door Maybach Who talkin' now? I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check Bitch, I'm ballin' out I just fucked up me a check I just fucked up me a check
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Written by: William Moore, Nayvadius Wilburn
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