Check!
Pull-up, bitch, yeah
Pull up, yeah
Call her yeah
Follow me
I come from the city
I been in the six
She can't get a text
I won't fuck my ex
I can't fuck my ex
I been on this money shit, bitch chase a checks
Check
Pull up, bitch no debt
I don't do no debt
Lil' bitch, don't you sweat
Lil' bitch, you too wet
Lil' bitch, I'm a vet,
Bitch need my respect
Lil' bitch see my dough through my pockets didn't even flex
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Yeah
Glockiana switch
Yeah
Thothianna thick
She like papi you the shit
Yeah
Oppa on ima blitz
Yeah
Say that imma lift
Yeah
I might get a scrip
Yeah but I ain't sellin shit
Yeah I don't ever miss
That's ya mans and he died start a go fund me
In the trap bussin plays I had no funding
Me and B wit the glocks we was ghost buster
Everybody official it's no suckers
First you thought you was good but it's no trusting
I done came from the trenches with no lovin
How you say I'm ya brother but still muggin'
I came back from the town now my wrist buggin'
Flex
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Pull up, yeah
Call her yeah
Follow me
I come from the city
I been in the six
She can't get a text
I won't fuck my ex
I can't fuck my ex
I been on this money shit, bitch chase a checks
Check
Pull up, bitch no debt
I don't do no debt
Lil' bitch, don't you sweat
Lil' bitch, you too wet
Lil' bitch, I'm a vet,
Bitch need my respect
Lil' bitch see my dough through my pockets didn't even flex
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Yeah
Glockiana switch
Yeah
Thothianna thick
She like papi you the shit
Yeah
Oppa on ima blitz
Yeah
Say that imma lift
Yeah
I might get a scrip
Yeah but I ain't sellin shit
Yeah I don't ever miss
That's ya mans and he died start a go fund me
In the trap bussin plays I had no funding
Me and B wit the glocks we was ghost buster
Everybody official it's no suckers
First you thought you was good but it's no trusting
I done came from the trenches with no lovin
How you say I'm ya brother but still muggin'
I came back from the town now my wrist buggin'
Flex
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Bitch come hold this check
Credits
Writer(s): Brenden Ayala
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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