Lyrics:
That pistol fuckin' blow
A ratchet with the stick
My niggas at your throat
I'm fuck nigga paid
Take your work and flex
Runnin' up a check
I rob,
Yeah
I said still my momma baby boy
Prolly momma favorite boy
Watch me ally hoop a check like fuck it let’s go make some more
Member sleeping
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
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(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
NEXT MESSAGE
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is
- my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves
Only hundreds in my pocket boy cos
I don't fuck with ones
I just like to flex because i
Do this shit just for fun
Pulled up to the bank i cash
A check
I said don't mess with me
Boy Don't you mess with me
Show em what I'm cooking up
I Give em the heat
I give em the recipe
Cooked up tell em to
Rest in
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
checks
I put a quarter mil' on my fingers just like Lil Baby, and they all baguettes
Every week I made four thousand, servin' bags for my big homie
I
nation reparations are due, it's true
Caught up in this world I took advantage of you
So tell the babies how I love them, precious boys and girls
Born
repping me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investing 'em all
They say, what goes up is gon'
leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks
So reflect on the text, check out what's next
And groove to the sound, that you is next
[Frukwan]
4 Ever My
Uh yeah, Bad Boy baby
Ralph Tresvant
Biggie Smalls
Listen
Uh yeah baby ooh, listen to me, oh yeah
When it comes to sex, I'm similar
Get spread out, we drivin', this bitch ain't regular R.I.P. Drake, my boy was a mella
Lowkey, I'm a pimp, baby, I'll sell her Steppin' on a opp, if I
where it's at, you know, you know where it's at
Hold up, wait a second mmm baby gimme neck yeah
All that paparazzi, check me duckin from the camera
You
and work it baby
Go white boy, go white boy, go!
Check out the hook. vanilla ice, yep, yep
I'm makin' a killin' and chillin' because I'm cool
the ambition
Of a person wanting to take the world by storm
This my mothafuckin' theme song
Shit
This will get your summer on
Bring it back
I might make this my
chemistry (hell yea)
I`m an original rapper, retrospected by plenty, hated by people
Me, 40, we took it back as street soldier
You got my back I got your
And murder run all Through my mental
Ya know I can tell by yo look you had A clown come spin you baby come Here let me fix that just know I'll Murk a nigga
Choices in my life, had me thinking twice
Should I cop just to flex? Should I check the price?
She don't wanna hold me down, she just got her sights
high to get by
Need some Visine for my eyes
Take a breath give a sigh...
I've been dapped up I'm too fly
You up now I'm up next
We upgraded check
Baby check it I'm in town, so you better come around
I'm on the beach sunset-ah , with my pina colada ,silk dress
Ain't nobody do it better
Baby
better check on his health
My boy got a tec but don't call him no ref
You can't be us play the hand that you dealt
We got the heat get too close you
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