Checklist
Yea. It's bout time I check in.
Cash out.
What time is it?
U know it's always time to get money.
Am I right or am I right?
I Got a checklist.
Put that on my checklist.
I got a check list.
So I'm always on the move.
Ain't got time cuz I got money on the run.
Yea yea.
Say u grindin but ya never got no funds.
God damn
What's the point of livin u caint have no fun.
Aye aye.
I think the check hit.
So I'm finna buss a move.
Break the bank fore cut off time on them funds.
Yea yea.
All these 50s where the fuck the hun duns.
God damn.
Split a penny turn it to a hunnid ones.
Yea yea.
I'm field nigga accustomed to trenches.
But I'll burn a house down
On a house nigga.
U gotta keep a rat trap
For these rat niggaz.
Might have to put a gown
On a cap ass nigga.
They know I'm kickin barz
Like a fuckin rap nigga.
But ask hood kid bout how I used to trap nigga.
Ask about them trips
I used to take wit crack nigga.
Still wit the big guy
Cuz that's my fuckin rap nigga.
We sum takers too.
Sumn outta nothing
We gone make it too.
Or we gone make it 3.
I Put that shit on Me.
U niggaz wit the beef.
I be bout the broccoli.
I just need sum stocks for cheap.
Pop them bitches at they peak.
I got niggaz watchin me.
Tryna be as hot me.
But I'm just too unorthodox
It's gone be hard to copy me.
Say ya bout ya money I caint tell
Cuz u be actin cheap.
I might fly to cali
Just to get high for about a week.
Got it on my checklist
So I'm always on the move.
Ain't got time cuz I got money on the run.
Yea yea.
Say u grindin but ya never got no funds.
God damn
What's the point of livin u caint have no fun.
Aye aye.
I think the check hit.
So I'm finna buss a move.
Break the bank fore cut off time on them funds.
Yea yea.
All these 50s where the fuck the hun duns.
God damn.
Split a penny turn it to a hunnid ones.
Yea yea.
U say yo life a movie
But it ain't on Netflix.
No time to celebrate the wins
We on the next lick.
I got a quarter million dollars on my checklist.
Murder for hire nigga
Put me on yo next hit.
Yea I got verses for the low
Ya better catch it.
And I ain't doin no fuckin 12s
Ya better stretch it.
Ain't talkin business u can point me to the exit.
Man U niggaz ain't talkin bout shit man
Might as well keep it to yaself.
I mean why bother talkin it
If u ain't walkin it my nigga.
We ain't the little leagues my boa
Up ya credentials.
Y'all make it hard this shit simple.
Yea. Live it and love it nigga.
Cash out.
What time is it?
U know it's always time to get money.
Am I right or am I right?
I Got a checklist.
Put that on my checklist.
I got a check list.
So I'm always on the move.
Ain't got time cuz I got money on the run.
Yea yea.
Say u grindin but ya never got no funds.
God damn
What's the point of livin u caint have no fun.
Aye aye.
I think the check hit.
So I'm finna buss a move.
Break the bank fore cut off time on them funds.
Yea yea.
All these 50s where the fuck the hun duns.
God damn.
Split a penny turn it to a hunnid ones.
Yea yea.
I'm field nigga accustomed to trenches.
But I'll burn a house down
On a house nigga.
U gotta keep a rat trap
For these rat niggaz.
Might have to put a gown
On a cap ass nigga.
They know I'm kickin barz
Like a fuckin rap nigga.
But ask hood kid bout how I used to trap nigga.
Ask about them trips
I used to take wit crack nigga.
Still wit the big guy
Cuz that's my fuckin rap nigga.
We sum takers too.
Sumn outta nothing
We gone make it too.
Or we gone make it 3.
I Put that shit on Me.
U niggaz wit the beef.
I be bout the broccoli.
I just need sum stocks for cheap.
Pop them bitches at they peak.
I got niggaz watchin me.
Tryna be as hot me.
But I'm just too unorthodox
It's gone be hard to copy me.
Say ya bout ya money I caint tell
Cuz u be actin cheap.
I might fly to cali
Just to get high for about a week.
Got it on my checklist
So I'm always on the move.
Ain't got time cuz I got money on the run.
Yea yea.
Say u grindin but ya never got no funds.
God damn
What's the point of livin u caint have no fun.
Aye aye.
I think the check hit.
So I'm finna buss a move.
Break the bank fore cut off time on them funds.
Yea yea.
All these 50s where the fuck the hun duns.
God damn.
Split a penny turn it to a hunnid ones.
Yea yea.
U say yo life a movie
But it ain't on Netflix.
No time to celebrate the wins
We on the next lick.
I got a quarter million dollars on my checklist.
Murder for hire nigga
Put me on yo next hit.
Yea I got verses for the low
Ya better catch it.
And I ain't doin no fuckin 12s
Ya better stretch it.
Ain't talkin business u can point me to the exit.
Man U niggaz ain't talkin bout shit man
Might as well keep it to yaself.
I mean why bother talkin it
If u ain't walkin it my nigga.
We ain't the little leagues my boa
Up ya credentials.
Y'all make it hard this shit simple.
Yea. Live it and love it nigga.
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Writer(s): Malcolm Webb, Brionne Yarbrough
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