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Holy moly, Rollie on me, fuck yo clique of homies
I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginóbili
Just know my car dash-in' ain't talkin' Khloé
And these bitches all up on my dick but I ain't talkin' Moby
They say my swagga super dumb but hey I graduated
I got that shit that'll make your bitch forget you penetrated
And that freaky shit you like, I'll make her demonstrate it
Plus a **** ballin, Sports Illustrated
Silly ass ****, swag kill 'em like the chopper do
Turn 'em into milkshakes, serve 'em at the Jamba Juice
All you **** super sweet like candy at the carnival
Ridin' through my city, not a judge but I'm your honor, ho
See my fuckin' shoes? Medium rare
Red bottoms, you could spot 'em like a cheetah near
I'm a fly ****, but you knew it though
A million dollar ****, only 24
Check me out, check me out
That new Ferrari, let's test it out
Diamonds on my neck and wrist, let's take a camera shot
Okay, let's crank this bitch back up, better know my fuckin' name
A-C-E-H double O-D luggin' in some fuckin' brain
And that chick gon' wish she thick, that whip I'm in is major pain
Way too much of hatin', you should be ashamed
Black Camaro, call that fucka V-Ring
Might throw it on sixes like LeBron James
Intercept your bitch, now that's a ball game
Just keep on stealin' flows, I won't call names
But hey
Now when I'm out and you see me
I know you watchin' like I'm your TV
Now check me out
Now check me out
You see these shoes? They don't come out
We talkin' money, that's what I'm 'bout
Now check me out
Now check me out
Now check me out
Just check me out
23 And got a billion dollar mind frame
Spent 40 thousand dollars for my time frame
Diamonds in my bezel, boy, this time change
Triple black Ferrari, call him Bruce Wayne
Mr. Hood, a problem, he be stuntin' hard
Fuck them bitches talkin', get this cock a SARS
Hop out of the Jeep with Christian Louboutins
Better know I run this shit like relays do batons
Wildin' ass ****, swag kill 'em like the hollows do
Say my flow is super sick, diagnosin' Theraflu
Pistol kiss your lips, I make that ho go off and marry you
Bye bye you, bury you
Anybody want it, they can get that too
Dog with the hoes and the beast in the booth
Got two cars but I need that coupe
Nine times out of ten, don't need that route
Just check me out when I come through
Fuck you and yo mama fool
Yo auntie hatin', fuck her too
Ask anybody, I'm the truth in the booth
Keep talkin' shit, you'll lose your tooth
That silly ****, he in that Piccadilly's
I holla "Free my ****!" and I ain't talkin' Willie
My whip do 215, shout out my **** Philly
Shout out my **** Khaled for nominatin' Grammys
Now when I'm out and you see me
I know you watchin' like I'm your TV
Now check me out
Now check me out
You see these shoes? They don't come out
We talkin' money, that's what I'm 'bout
Now check me out
Now check me out
Now check me out
Just check me out
Written by: Ace Hood
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