Checkmeout

Yeah make racks in the house
I ain't gotta leave the house
Everyday new clothes dropping
Ok check me out yeah
Ya girl ain't my type bro
I ain't look but she check me out
Tryna' go through my web search
But it's clear hoe cache out
I ain't have it now I do
Buy these clothes and look cool
Never wanna' be like you
Oh yeah that is true
Oh yeah man they hate
Oh yeah yeah it's true
Oh yeah I'm getting paid
Oh yeah yeah it's true

Oh yeah yeah it's true
I'm in love with counting cash
I'm in love with clothes and racks
I'm in love with hoes and gats
Hit the road and won't come back
Took off on em' won't look back
Clothes too big why I walk like that
Her ass fat why she walk like that
They hating shades too dark
Can't see that
She wanna' give me top
Ok my seat back
Ok yeah
At the bank counting up dead guys yeah
Bitch I'm the one and they realize yeah
Real eyes realize real lies yeah
Bad ass bitch taking picture yeah
Bad ass bitch and I need her yeah
She got some ass so I hit her yeah
I'm in Ctrl like Sza yeah
She brought her friend make em' scissor yeah
Yeah ok
My pockets so filled they spilling yeah
I'm tryna get high crack the seal in yeah
New ride hop in and I peel it yeah
New swag and they tryna' steal it yeah
New fabric like how it's feeling yeah
New hoe I like how she feeling yeah

Yeah make racks in the house
I ain't gotta leave the house
Everyday new clothes dropping
Ok check me out
Ya girl ain't my type bro
I ain't look but she check me out
Tryna' go through my web search
But it's clear hoe cache out
I ain't have it now I do
Buy these clothes and look cool
Never wanna' be like you
Oh yeah that is true
Oh yeah man they hate
Oh yeah yeah it's true
Oh yeah I'm getting paid
Oh yeah yeah it's true



Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Alexander
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link