Like TLC

If It’s one thing I know I can seriously run up a check If you owe then you know that you get a grace period and then I pull up and collect SiX figures when counting the bread And I sure appreciate the respect Cause I work hard as hell Got the drive like dell That’s why I’ll never live check to check Riding with the cash on the the way to the bag I don’t pop tags I’m just tryna stack Thirty on my lap And it’s not a gat Just a lil baby money benjamin similac Too much cake and it’s no debate On the way to the top I’ll be damn if I’m late Wake up in the sky in the middle of the H I check my account like got damn it I’m paid This money ain’t stopping What the fuck they talking All this paper I’m touching The fuck you want from me The boy came at me begging told him put a lil swag on that I’m like tlc a lil scrub ain’t getting no love from me Riding with the cash on the way to the bank Pull up in the tre and I’m turning on Swank Chaney got the racks and it ain’t a prank Got a whole lotta cash give a damn what they thank The Man want Chaney then he got to profit No hustle then I leave him on read like a rocket If he got a grind then he might be a option Fuck around Chaney chane just might take him shopping I’m really big homie All this money I’m holding Stacked up I can’t fold it The fuck you want from me The boy came at me begging told him put a lil swag on that I'm like tlc a lil scrub ain't getting no love from me And the whip clean when I pull up Got the racks growing like a tulip I think me and frank we in true love Everyday I’m balling got to suit up Barely even check my account I got it too good I'm a keep stacking as long as I’m breathing I just zelle mom some racks for no reason I can’t be broke man that’s never in season I stuff forty K in that gucci some decent I’m really big homie All this money I’m holding Stacked up I can’t fold it The fuck you want from me The boy came at me begging told him put a lil swag on that I'm like tlc a lil scrub ain't getting no love from me