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(Cook that shit up, Quay) I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I just got a check I might just run through (run) I came from the deck like it ain't none to it (none) Know you fucked it up and you can't undo it (undo) Look at me now, I came from nothing (nothing) I was just down, now I got something (something) Doubted me, now I got this shit jumping (jumping) Every goal that I set, I gotta accomplish (get it, yeah, yeah) Now I got a check, fuck it, what's next? Flawless baguettes all on my neck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep a Kel-Tec just for protect (yeah, yeah) Live for the check, but die for respect I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb (baby) I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb (baby) Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb (baby) I can't listen what you say, you got prove it I make money every day off of music Trust fucked up, I hardly can use it I was stuck down low at the bottom Now I'm thumbin' through them racks at the top Cashier mad whenever I shop No card, got her countin' this cash Two hundred racks, had to buy my a 'Bach Christian Dior tennis shoes worth a rack I don't like sagging, my belt cost a rack Glock tucked, they ain't catching me lacking She threw it at me and I caught it backwards Big joints with the lil' one to match it Getting fly every day is a habit Getting off, I been doin' 'em nasty Took off, I'm ahead of my class They bring me them racks, I like to run through it (run through it) Then I put it up, forget it like it's nothing to it (nothing to it) Call me Money Counter Baby the way I thumb through it (thumb through it) And I just fucked on what's her name and ain't say nothing to her (Nothing to her) Yeah I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb I get a check and thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb, thumb Walk in the mall and go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
Writer(s): Christopher N'quay Rosser, Jordan Holt-may, Dominique Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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