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I can see that bullshit from a mile away
You can stack my money bout a mile away
I got three white bitches like it's powder day
Mink coat with the rolls like a shar pei
And all 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' bring back Gucci mane, hey!

If I need some racks, I'm a 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

Snow the 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' and four season that bitch
Eat that lil bitch, I'm a 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' bring back 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 in regals
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
Make 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!

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