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Meek Mill

Fuck That Check Up

 

Fuck That Check Up

(álbum: Wins & Losses - 2017)


[Meek Mill:]
Lil' fish, yeah
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either
Ah ha ha ha ha

Bad lil thottie, she got body
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sipping on dirty, smoking on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12, I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
Niggas running their mouth like they females
When you winning, they only wanna see you fail
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait (wait), ha ha
Selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit
'Cause I got shit, in the drop six with a thot bitch whole squad lit
Heard your new shit, that is not it
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
He ain't talking money then its nonsense
Bran got the gas, you are not lit (No way)

Fuck that check up, fuck that check up
We getting rich and these niggas sick, they need a check up
I'm so lit I fuck that bitch soon as I met her (Soon as I met her)
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck up
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

Ha, yeah, back in this bitch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like you out with that nigga again?
She getting cocky like, "yeah I'm with him"
Five bands, Gucci coat, rocking 1s, I'll never wear that again

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
(Huh!) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat
Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't
Fuck you then hit your cousin
All hunnits don't want no twenty
Stop hating fuck nigga get money
Freaky bitch hit it once
Rarri them keys like vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Yeah, my engine in the back
Little nigga we don't talk about nothing if that shit not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone
Don't leave no message
That girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit 911
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Young nigga fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up

[Meek Mill:]
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We getting rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch
She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
He ain't wan' do shit
I don't care what he saying, we ain't playing
We just came to shoot shit
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)
I'm getting back (run it up, run it up)
Niggas be tweeting (niggas be tweetin')
They getting smacked
Bitches be screenshotting, tell 'em to hit me on Snap
She hit me back, oh Lord, she getting clapped
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress
Going HAM-o, popping cash shit, Bape camo with the masses
Dirty young bull living lavish
Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris
20 grand up when the tab hit
You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
We getting rich, and these niggas sick
They need a check up
I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her
Fuck that check up (Fuck that check up)
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up
Light my wrist and my neck
Fuck that check up
Young nigga, fuck that check up
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

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