Lyrics:
high as fuck
Catch me in the lost and found
Better use common sense checkin' me out
For bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without
this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back)
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister
Got no money by the end of the weekend.
But they don't care cause their life is a movie,
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
Out loungin
Getting ya cool on
So I'm saying you be checkin these mommies out
Use to walk up say a little somethin take everythin a brother got just
To Hit
While U Buyin Her Drinks (In The Club)
Actin Like U (In Love)
Stunnin Like U (All Thug)
We Was (Switch Em Up)
She Lookin At U When I Walk By
U Turn
This is for my ladies,
Sexy like champagne Glass,
You what I'm talking about,
A reflection of a Pena Colada,
Listen up
I know you heard
You ain't checkin' up on me, don't call when I pop
Yeah, these niggas phony, they some like a cop
What you rapping baloney, no, you cannot clone me
This
On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, them studs was mic-checkin' her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New
astoundin
The crowd goin loco, kick drum poundin
People surroundin us checkin the concept
Cuttin up a storm that's why the crowd is all wet
Other DJ's
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
JUMP!
Checkin' off my bucket list
Checkin' in with the law, they tryna take all my piss
Know I'm holdin' onto fiya need I not reminisce
And yo girl
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Turn the beam up, Scotty)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me
(finesse)
Niggas always want you checkin' in
Or they checkin' on you soon as you get a check
They always told me more money, more problems
But when I was
bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch and right now
I'm here checkin' in for
The mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by
Now, you
the world somewhere countin' up the cream
The pilot idea, the original queen (yeah)
When you fly as this, you ain't gotta worry 'bout wings
Commercial,
checkin ten-ten winds a.m.
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you
(some more)
'Cause I got that fire, it's comin' for them now
Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason
Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's
Dedicated! Free my nigga Meek Mill!
D6!
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this snow up in my house
These bitches call
no mo'
He marched around the corna' like a soldier
But not to get no on-the-mic exposure
To question me, I guess he checkin' me
I'm feelin' like
Yeah that's the sad way
She checkin' her dms
Aint' bout cash
She send a laugh face
Don't try talkin' to her
If it aint' bout the profit
You lookin' for
broke, we could see though
Why you still checkin' on my bag?
Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes
Old hoes bitin' on my swag
Still nobody I'd rather be
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