34 gedachtes op “Tag Check”

  1. I can see that bullshit from a mile away (see it)
    You can stack my money ‘bout a mile away (stack it)
    I got three white bitches like it’s powder day (white)
    Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
    And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies
    She lookin’ back like I’m flexin’, baby no way
    And lately, I been on that D’usse, yee
    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)
    Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
    Money in my pants, I got money I call change
    20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
    Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane, hey!
    If I need some racks, I’mma flip me some packs
    I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin’ back
    If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
    Or I put that brack in my brack
    Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
    If you don’t owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
    I promise I won’t ever quit, bitch I’m Kobe
    And I whip that white, you can snow me
    Stoner Young Thugger
    I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me Young Thugger
    Yeah, she shinin’ like butter
    The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
    Leave it to Beaver
    I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
    Yeah, they all wanna greet him
    They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
    No, they won’t tease on that dick
    They won’t read on that dick, they won’t leash on that dick
    Don’t Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
    They gon’ snitch on that dick
    And she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that dick
    Mama a beast on that dick
    If she bad, I’m gon’ an Four Season that bitch
    Eat that lil bitch, I’mma feast that lil bitch, mm
    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)
    Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
    Money in my pants, I got money I call change
    20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
    Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane, hey!
    Bitch I’m a Migo, I play with kilo
    When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
    All of my niggas, they hard, call ‘em Beetles
    Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and Reagles
    Droppin’ the top on the Bentley, I’m with the Birdman, yeah the eagle
    Geeked out my mind, man I’m tripping out, I don’t know none of these people
    Hey my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter
    Yes, I got threats, I’m not worried ‘bout that
    They know they can get wet and I swear I done
    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)
    Young like, baby baby baby, I need racks
    Baby baby, baby baby baby, I need racks
    Baby baby, baby baby baby, I want racks
    Baby baby, baby baby baby, I need racks, hey!

  2. I can see that bullshit from a mile away (see it)
    You can stack my money ‘bout a mile away (stack it)
    I got three white bitches like it’s powder day (white)
    Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
    And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies
    She lookin’ back like I’m flexin’, baby no way
    And lately, I been on that D’usse, yee
    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)
    Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
    Money in my pants, I got money I call change
    20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
    Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane, hey!
    If I need some racks, I’mma flip me some packs
    I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin’ back
    If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
    Or I put that brack in my brack
    Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
    If you don’t owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
    I promise I won’t ever quit, bitch I’m Kobe
    And I whip that white, you can snow me
    Stoner Young Thugger
    I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me Young Thugger
    Yeah, she shinin’ like butter
    The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
    Leave it to Beaver
    I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
    Yeah, they all wanna greet him
    They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
    No, they won’t tease on that dick
    They won’t read on that dick, they won’t leash on that dick
    Don’t Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
    They gon’ snitch on that dick
    And she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that dick
    Mama a beast on that dick
    If she bad, I’m gon’ an Four Season that bitch
    Eat that lil bitch, I’mma feast that lil bitch, mm
    Got me a check, I got a check
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (sheesh)
    Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)

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