Letra

(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh) Ayy Sheesh, man Oh, oh, damn Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay See how I'm comin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I told you, nigga, don't check me, mane Nigga, check that bitch Dippin' through that Moe 'bout to slide to the Point In the Bay it get real so I'm movin' with this joint (man) Hunnid pack play 'bout to get it out the mud But after this, I'm 'bout to hit the road for a month Tell me, have you ever drove to Vegas in a bucket? The money was cool, I took a chance, nigga, fuck it You flipped out on her, found that bitch was fuckin' But real talk, bruh, you shoulda focused on that money A nigga gon' be a nigga, mane, a ho gon' be a ho Get up out your feelings, man, it's time to hit the road Check it out, you gotta make sure you on toes Nowadays, man, these niggas be worser than hoes Pickin' up my bitch on the way to the O' Droptop Lambo', I'm driving it slow Don't call me 'bout the punk rock, ho Play by the rules, bruh, you know how it go (Nigga, don't check me) Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me (Nigga, check that bitch) Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch (Nigga, don't check me) Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me (Nigga, check that bitch) Nigga, check that bitch (uh) Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay) I told niggas years ago, quit beefin' 'bout the bitch Buy a house out the way, put a Patek on your wrist (numbers) Right now I'm in the booth After this, I'm goin' swimmin' No matter how much money I make, I'm never gon' trick it I'm wakin' up early and I'm takin' these walks Two hundred for the watch without a diamond at all Baby hit me talkin' 'bout bookin' a flight You ain't my bitch for real, so I ain't spendin' a dime You niggas is trippin', destroyin' the game I don't owe niggas shit You niggas lightweight lame You niggas lightweight weenie I'm just keepin' it real I'm a Frisco nigga With a different appeal White tee, blue jeans, fitted hat to the back Niggas know how I'm comin' I'm everywhere with the bag I got money up Now I'm chillin' in London Fresco nigga with a whole lot of ducats (Nigga, don't check me) Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me (Nigga, check that bitch) Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch (Nigga, don't check me) Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me Nigga, don't check me (Nigga, check that bitch) Nigga, check that bitch (uh) Nigga, check that bitch Nigga, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay)
Writer(s): Marqus A Brown, Larry June Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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