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Put on a check
Check her out
Pull out the money, I got the check
To check them out
Nigga you bout' that work
Check him out
Nigga you say you bout' that bang, bang
Check them out
Broski finna slide
Broski finna slide
Pull up, I'm on the way
Chopping them in they face
Out with these bitches
They don't take no plays
Stacking these riches
I don't take no breaks
Fucking these bitches
Busting on they face
All of these riches
I love the taste
All of these snitches
We kill 'em no traces
I just took this shit back to the basics
Riding in a motherfucking space ship
Bad bitch with me
And you know she take dick
And she taste it, yeah
I just want to take her home and blaze it, yeah
I'm brazy
I got her wavy, yeah
I'm pouring up a eight, I hope I don't faint
Pull up on that bitch, I got some more face
Run up, out the bank with them blue faces
A nigga try to Jack, it's gone be a new case
I just keep popping out with my new bae
I'm wilding and styling out with these new franks
She need them P's, I'm a slide
She need them threes, I'm a slide
She need whatever, I'm a cash out
I tell her, I'm clever, got her ass out
I ain't mean to push ya spot
I was scheming from the block
Yeah
I just popped a bean while I'm driving
I can't even leave without your top, aye
Shorty know what I'm on
(What I'm on)
I ain't never gone be off that
I'm on that, never call her back
Never just calling her back
I'm flipping, I f*ck up the pack
She stuck in it, nah, ow, wow
Fucking the bitches that know what they talking about
And I f*ck her mouth
Checking on me, and the check on her
Ima check em' out
All these bitches know they slurp
I put it on the house
I just pulled up, count the work
Fucking on the house
(Fuckin on the house)
Broski finna slide
Broski finna slide
Pull up, I'm on the way
Chopping them in they face
Out with these bitches
They don't take no plays
Stacking these riches
I don't take no breaks
Fucking these bitches
Busting on they face
All of these riches
I love the taste
All of these snitches
We kill 'em no traces
No traces, no traces
Pull with the money, and your nigga got wasted
With a blunt
Boy faded
Choppa with the ar-15
We blazing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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