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Ran up a check and I didn't look back Don't want your bitch, that hoe was wack What is you doing? Run up a sack She want to argue, I won't react Blow me a 50 and make it right back I am a player bitch, I am a mack If it ain't about money Please don't hit my jack If it ain't about money, please don't hit my jack (wooh) Truck presidential, you know it's a lack I put the north and the gang on my back She in her feelings, I can't get attached She on the molly, she about to collapse I'm from the mud so you know I adapt You is a bitch, you ain't getting no dap Got to know my nigga bow and a trap Might hit the block and shoot me some craps (wooh) Bought me a Gucci fur just for the winter She want to fuck 'cause a nigga a winner I could fit about 20 hoes in a sprinter You are not gang, please do not enter Why they keep testing me, you know the recipe Uncle got chickens, I'm talking sesame It's a necessity, you are not catching me Thanking the Lord 'cause I know he keep blessing me Why do you question me, it ain't no flex in me Pop me an ecstasy, I'm tryna fuck She try to smoke on the lou and got stuck Hopped out the beamer and jumped in the truck New Valentino hoe, these ain't no chucks That hoe a bird, she just want to get plucked Bitch I'm on fire, I can't wait to erupt Most of these rappers gone run out of luck Don't stop, go hard Shorty thick, oh Lord Big bank, big cars Backwoods, no guards Look up, see stars Look up, see mars I'm scorched, she gorgeous Ferrari on 40's Big horses, new Porches Where the check at? Important Extortionist, made a fortune That coco, she snorting I take my time with this shit (I take my time) And I ain't worried about none of you niggas lil' bih 'Cause I grind for this shit, I did Bih let me do what I do, ooh You know it cost for this view, ooh That 22 on my shoe, ooh I let it blow like a zoos, ooh I'm known for breaking the rules, ooh And my crib came with a pool, ooh No I'm not fucking with dude, ooh Shorty she think that I'm rude, ooh Whip look like cranberry juice (whip) Just tryna fuck on your girl (fuck) True story, pour me a deuce (deuce) Get on the beat and abuse (abuse) You know I'm never gone lose (abuse) Swim in that money like Scrooge (Scrooge) Bitch you ain't got no excuse (no) Rich or be broke, nigga choose (choose) Whip Whip look like cranberry juice Just tryna fuck on your girl True story, pour me a duece Get on the beat and abuse You know I'm never gone lose Swim in that money like Scrooge Bitch you ain't got no excuse Rich or be broke, nigga choose Ran up a check and I didn't look back Don't want your bitch, that hoe was wack (wooh) What is you doing? Run up a sack She want to argue, I won't react (yo) Blow me a 50 and make it right back (yo) I am a player bitch, I am a mack (yo) If it ain't about money Please don't hit my jack (no) If it ain't about money, please don't hit my jack (no) Truck presidential, you know it's a lack I put the north and the gang on my back (yo) She in her feelings, I can't get attached (no) She on the molly, she about to collapse (wooh) I'm from the mud so you know I adapt (yo) You is a bitch, you ain't getting no dap (no) Got to know my nigga bow and a trap (yo) Might hit the block and shoot me some craps
Writer(s): Unknown Composer, Trevon Justin Campbell, Kristopher Thomas Campbell, Bryan Omar Torres Talancon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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