Lyrics:
That little sticky stay by my side
Thought you was my girl you was my ride or die
I don trust you about a thousand times
I be trapping with my dirty
the top down and you're cruising wit your lady)
To get paid, I go bezerk
I know my worth so (let's go)
I ain't stoppin til they cut a check
I ain't stoppin
Aye this my shit and I ain't even record it yet
I'm her lil thug
She my lil baby yea
I'm going up
With my lil baby yea
I'm her lil thug she my lil
This how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah
Just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover
pop it off
Your manna will fly into the sky like EasyJet
Cause I'm back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so
mixing the streets with the books
When the Cops pull up, you don't act shook
These cunts all hate on my Youngins
Don't blame them, you fucked by
that
Where my motherfuckin' niggas and my bitches at
In the late night hour hit the front to back
Check the motherfuckin' rims on the Cadillac
listenin' to this
'Specially if you a pretty little female
Aesthetic on the track, boy
Sweet baby Jesus
Check out the flick of my wrist
Pull up in my whip
to Uncle Sam and his goofy boy crew
And if the dogs ???? I got a job for him too
Cause I'm about tired of the dopeman's brew
Makin crack babies, make my
me there, I'm burnin' up!
Trust me you should, hurry up!
Baby, I'm just burnin' up! I'm burnin' up! (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Oh check it out
Now what
me there, I'm burnin' up!
Trust me you should, hurry up!
Baby, I'm just burnin' up! I'm burnin' up! (Uh, yeah, uh, yeah)
Oh check it out
Now what
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
days that were hot, check it
Bring back the better days for me, baby
You gotta bring em back 'cause I'm going crazy
I go insane with your name up in my
Cook it Up
Cook it Up
Cook it Up yeah
Cook it Up baby (Cook it Up Cook it Up Cook it Up)
Cook it Up
Cook it Up
Cook it Up
I'm walking by faith I'm
and I'll dead that
Lead catch your head back
You've met your match and can
Bet that it's a rap i'm done summing you up
I'm the reason your boy's
Baby mother
something like a prelude
How you froze up, no, no, black needle
When I pull up in that two-seater
Heard she want me to come in to see her
You not my baby
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
true
Break Jhaz? Never, back it up
And break yourself, fool
Play my hand the tightest
Had this nigga think he bawlin'
(You ain't bawlin', you ain't
getting finicky
Them figures finna add up dawg
I put that on the end of me
Tender talking with my baby and God
Shit I deal with
You would need a hundred
bang
But if it's what ya need boy, let it bang
This is for my niggas that's schemin' for cash
And lookin' for ass in the late night hour
This is for my
five, six people who made the crowd
Two of them my boys, so it's three to four now
Ah, don't sweat it, regret it, I got pride
I'ma spread a new
check your phone
And see me calling
And no more feeling for your ex
Please don’t call him
Cus you told me baby
I’m done with him
Oya one by one two by two
Thinking he a Top Boy, then he's getting Dave'd
ETheKidd but I ain't taking baby steps (Ay)
Waiting for my check like they ain't pay me yet (Ay)
I'm so sick
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
I was brought up by myself (self)
And it's by choice (choice)
You was on a bike (bike)
I was Rolls Royce (Royce)
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