Check In (feat. G5)

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G Bucks

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I've been on a paper hunt, tryna get my paper up
Countin' 20s, 50s, and them hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Don't talk behind my back, lil' nigga say that shit to me
I don't beef over no internet, I keep it in the street

Keep A classy, lil' bitch, but in the sheets, she turn a freak
I just touched down in your city, and I'm dressed in Louis V
Or I probably got the Amiri kicks on mixed with Prada tee
And my swag is one-of-one, lil' nigga, you can't even copy me

Me and G5 just left Saxs we spendin' racks on shopping sprees
I'm the hottest, turnt up out my section, and plus I'm flexin
Give my son whatever he want, lil' nigga, ain't gotta do no stressin
Treat these outsiders like hotels, when you see me, gotta check-in

Get that check-in, best believe I got that check-in
Riding round in the drop top, best believe I got my weapon
F*ck that bitch, run around the corner, ask my bitch, like, who you textin'
Man, I been fuckin' bad bitches since I was a freshman

They say G5 poppin' out, now I'm fallin' back
Y'all niggas broke as hell, y'all niggas hardly stack
I'ma push up in some shh, they like, what car is that
We got chops with mini-scope, you niggas hardly strap

When you die, you gotta pay, nigga, how dark is that
Give my young niggas quarter, best believe they spin like laundromat
Get on your ass like spoilers, you can never get your mama back
Lost a quarter in the mail, can't never get them commas back

What you bitchin' bout? Yeah, I'm tryna see what all that riff about
I was down bad on my dick, slept on my sister's couch
I was going  broke for a week, I had to switch accounts
Cut that bitch off, now I got a different spouse

Had to upgrade it, cause she got a sicker mouth
Lil bro like a turn slip, he be clickin' out
Pull that blinky out, check this shit Im Ricky down
I been on a paper hunt, tryna get my paper up

Countin' 20s, 50s, and them hundreds, I'm gettin' paper cuts
Don't talk behind my back, lil' nigga, say that shit to me
I don't beef over no internet, I keep it in the streets
Keep it classy, lil' bitch, but in the sheets, she turn a freak

I just touched down in yo' city, and I'm dressed in Louis V
Oh, I probably got the miry, kicks on mixed with Prodigy
And my swag is one-on-one, lil' nigga, you can't even copy me
Me and G5 just left Saxby, spendin' racks on shopper sprees

I'm the hottest, turnt up by my section, and plus I'm flexin
Give my son whatever he want, lil' nigga, he ain't gotta do no stressin
Treat these outsiders like hotels, when you see me, gotta check in
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