Текст песни Young Thug - Check

I can see that bullshitfrom a mile away (see it)You can stack my money'bout a mile away (stack it)I got three white bitcheslike it's powder day (white)Mink coat with the rollslike a Shar PeiAnd all of my bitches sexy, call them BarbiesShe's lookin' backlike I'm flexin', baby no wayAnd lately, I've been on that D'usse, yeeGot me a check, I got a checkYeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,Oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)Money on my mind, I got money on my brainMoney in my pants,I got money I call change20, 50, 100, 500 millions madeBig hunna Thugga,screamin' free that Gucci Mane, hey!If I need some racks,I'mma flip me some packsI talk like I want and she don't say nothin' backIf cops pull up,I put that crack in my crackOr I put that brack in my brackCall little shawty, made her fuck on my brodieIf you don't owe me, bitch,still act like you owe me.I promise I won't ever quit, bitch I'm KobeAnd I whip that white,you can snow meStoner Young ThuggerI whip it, that bitch, yeah,she know me Young ThuggerYeah, she shinin' like butterThe bitch from Chicago,I call her young CutlerLeave it to BeaverI pull up in Bentleys with London,they all want to meet himYeah, they all wanna greet himThey pull down they pantsand they all wanna eat him, uhNo, they won't tease on that dickThey won't read on that dick,they won't leash on that dickDon't Felicia that dick,

Mamacita that dickThey gon' snitch on that dickAnd she screamin' loud,she can't secret that dickMama's a beast on that dickIf she's bad,I'm gon' an Four Season that bitchEat that lil bitch,I'mma feast that lil bitch, mmGot me a check, I got a checkYeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)Money on my mind, I got money on my brainMoney in my pants,I got money I call change20, 50, 100, 500 millions madeBig hunna Thugga,screamin' free that Gucci Mane, hey!Bitch I'm a Migo, I play with kiloWhen I put ice on, I am Sub-ZeroAll of my niggas,they're hard, call 'em BeetlesNiggas was fake,so I kept me a Ruger in RegalsDroppin' the top on the Bentley,I'm with the Birdman, yeah the eagleGeeked out my mind, man I'm tripping out,I don't know none of these peopleHey my little shawty,go get me a four and bring back me a literYes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout thatThey know they can get wetand I swear I doneGot me a check, I got a checkYeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh, sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,I got a check (sheesh)Yeah, I done got me a check,oh, got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)Young like, baby baby baby,I need racksBaby baby baby baby baby,I need racksBaby baby baby baby baby,I want racksBaby baby baby baby baby,I need racks, hey!
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