ROCK OUT!
Hey
Yeah
Hollup, Hollup
I got this drank in my cup
Hollup (Yup)
You heard what I said
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Then you Rock Out
Just run up a check
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Heyeaaah
A backwoods barbie
She just want to party
But society's fucked up
I done fucked around and got my bucks up
(What?)
I dont give a fuck
Who up in this party
Im trying to get drunk
Aint show up on time
I like being tardy
Pass me the Henny
I want the Bacardi
Inspirational
Sensational
I can feel the vibrations OH
All of my shows they be lit cause I BOOM
Stay looking for you
In this crowded ass room
Yyeah
Sliming everything but our own gang, and if you aint taking shots
Then you cant hang
If the bar close im callin' Kirko Bangz
Yeah, Yeah
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Then you ROCK OUT
Go get yo respect
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Heeyyeah
I got this drank in my cup
We grippin the grain then we roll up
Just run up a check
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Im up in the venue
Im doin' my thang
Can't wait till
I meet up with Johnny Dang
Got these artists
Tryna steal all of the lang
I stay with the gas
Like my name was hank!
Stick and move and I'm keeping shot solid
Only speak on my way to the bank.
Give a fuck what you think
When I hit the booth
Yeah im uppin' the rank
I'm smoking express
And that shit it be stank
In my city
Yea I'll go hard then a paint
Didn't really fuck with
To be honest and rates
And I dont fuck with niggas
I dont go on dates
What the fuck did you think
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Im up in the venue
Im doin' my thang
Can't wait till
I meet up with Johnny Dang
Got these artists
Tryna steal all of the lang
I stay with the gas
Like my name was hank
Run up a check
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Got get yo respect
Go get yo respect
Yeeah Yeah
Yeah
Hollup, Hollup
I got this drank in my cup
Hollup (Yup)
You heard what I said
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Then you Rock Out
Just run up a check
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Heyeaaah
A backwoods barbie
She just want to party
But society's fucked up
I done fucked around and got my bucks up
(What?)
I dont give a fuck
Who up in this party
Im trying to get drunk
Aint show up on time
I like being tardy
Pass me the Henny
I want the Bacardi
Inspirational
Sensational
I can feel the vibrations OH
All of my shows they be lit cause I BOOM
Stay looking for you
In this crowded ass room
Yyeah
Sliming everything but our own gang, and if you aint taking shots
Then you cant hang
If the bar close im callin' Kirko Bangz
Yeah, Yeah
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Then you ROCK OUT
Go get yo respect
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Heeyyeah
I got this drank in my cup
We grippin the grain then we roll up
Just run up a check
Go get yo respect
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Im up in the venue
Im doin' my thang
Can't wait till
I meet up with Johnny Dang
Got these artists
Tryna steal all of the lang
I stay with the gas
Like my name was hank!
Stick and move and I'm keeping shot solid
Only speak on my way to the bank.
Give a fuck what you think
When I hit the booth
Yeah im uppin' the rank
I'm smoking express
And that shit it be stank
In my city
Yea I'll go hard then a paint
Didn't really fuck with
To be honest and rates
And I dont fuck with niggas
I dont go on dates
What the fuck did you think
I pull up to the club in luxury
These niggas be wierd
Trying to touch on me
Im back in this bitch like im Kodak
I came for the money you know that
Im up in the venue
Im doin' my thang
Can't wait till
I meet up with Johnny Dang
Got these artists
Tryna steal all of the lang
I stay with the gas
Like my name was hank
Run up a check
Just run up a check
Just run up a check
Got get yo respect
Go get yo respect
Yeeah Yeah
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Writer(s): Cymio Mccullough
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