[Verse 1] Shopping at [?], going dumb with it Drop hundreds and fiftys I’mma go dumb with the sack Got plenty, you know that it’s with me Make it rain on your bitch, I just bought out the city I’mma make it rain hundreds I ain’t stopping till my pockets on empty
[Hook][x2] Fucked a check up on designer Fucked a check up on a lineup Fucked a check up on some strippers Fucked a check up on some diamonds Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, yes
[Verse 2] Fuck up the check on designer Fuck up the check on a lineup Fuck the check up on a Rari Fuck up the check on vagina It ain’t really nothing much When the city right behind you When you’re in the MIA And everybody tryna find you I’m flexing like a trainer If I’m on it it’s a banger Chain round my neck hanging just like a cliffhanger I’m a fool with it I’m running up that check like I’m an athlete at a track meet She gone ride for me even if she was in the back seat Ever since I took off it ain’t been the same I got too much [?], I can’t ever change I’mma pull up in a cool whip That’s the same color as cool whip Your girlfriend on my to-do list New bathroom, I’m on some new shit
[Hook][x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
