WHATWASUP (CHECK PLEASE)

Every day a fuckin' payday no more check to check
Nike on my feet to torso guess I'm check to check
I remember micro-dinners busted TV sets
Now all my screens are curved and mounted and I got a chef
It's such a shame that I came up and now they envy me
When I'm just tryna' to get this money for my family
I think they mad cause they ladies wanna lay with me
Pretty nigga you would think I'm using Maybelline

Lately I've been feeling different and I'm grinning cause I'm winning
While you simping over women I've been stacking to the ceiling
While you waiting for that nigga I get waited with your bestie
Afterward she finna neck me when I finish I'm like check please

Baby girl you done fucked up
You could have anything you want
Instead you messing with a bum
I tried to tell you whatwasup

Ooh, I know it's not hard
To see the light inside your eyes tonight
Ooh, I know you've been blinded
The darkness seems to be so bright tonight
Ooh

Every day a fuckin' payday no more check to check
Nike on my feet to torso guess I'm check to check
I remember micro-dinners busted TV sets
Now all my screens are curved and mounted and I got a chef
I remember in December wearing snow pants inside
Wrapping windows just to keep all of the hot air inside
So when I pop out I always gotta go 2x5
I don't want that type of living for my little kids life

Yeah, my whole fam, raised a motherfuckin' king yeah
Fuck with them, or my b, you get sheend
Yeah, yeah, that's on me, that's on me, that's on me
Yeah, yeah, that's on me, that's on me, that's on me
Yeah, yeah, I don't beef, I don't beef, I don't beef
Nah, nah, it's on sight, Whac-A-Mole in the streets
Yeah, yeah, not a gangster but I'm not a pussy
Nah, nah, put the hater on a shirt, Charlie Sheen

Lately I've been feeling different and I'm grinning cause I'm winning
While you sipping over women I've been stacking to the ceiling
While you waiting for that nigga I get waited with your bestie
Afterward she finna neck me when I finish I'm like check please

Baby girl you thought fucked up
You could have anything you want
Instead you messing with a bum
I tried to tell you, hold up, aye
I tried to tell you whatwasup
I tried to show you I was up
But you ain't wanna listen, huh?
Now everybody listening
You thought this shit was just for fun
And then you heard about my funds
And now you all up on my buns
Like you ain't said that I was
Now you showing me your buns
Just look how desperate you've become
You noticed that you had the one
But like I said throughout this song
Baby girl you done fucked up
You could have anything you want
Instead you messing with a bum
I tried to tell you whatwasup



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Birch
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