| It’s for all my niggas getting that check up
|
| Put your motherfucking hoods up
|
| I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up
|
| Nigga lets ride out
|
| To all my niggas getting that check up
|
| Nigga let’s roll nigga
|
| In my project, we come up hard
|
| Serving, working and building cards
|
| Fuck cleaning pussy boy
|
| But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy
|
| Flip the pack, make it stack
|
| Make it last
|
| Make it move
|
| Been seen to much
|
| Fuck nigga, I ain’t afraid of you
|
| Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool
|
| You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school
|
| I got k’s for you
|
| Stack my dollars
|
| Keep it silent
|
| Mind my damn business
|
| Hundred fifty fucking twenties in my tanned dickies
|
| My nigga keep a bad bitch
|
| She keep them grands with me
|
| That’s my nigga there
|
| Pass that future G
|
| All I know is hustle, bustle
|
| Boosie play to win
|
| God made them leave me alone
|
| They lay again
|
| I hustle hard
|
| Hustle hard to get the things I got
|
| You think I’m playing but I’m not
|
| Look at this chain and watch
|
| Don’t wanna step on nobody toe
|
| Don’t want no drama
|
| Nigga I just want the money
|
| Money by the pound
|
| Young nigga gettin' a check up
|
| (Check up echos)
|
| I’m a young nigga getting all check up
|
| But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though
|
| Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it
|
| Rule too smooth like a criminal
|
| Your pussy is for dead and pitiful
|
| Stepping through the city on my tippy toe
|
| And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks
|
| With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though
|
| Running my bands
|
| Running through, running through bands
|
| Soon as they touching my hands
|
| Bumpers and grind
|
| Stacks stuffed up in my pants
|
| Too much money for fans
|
| Couple a bitch
|
| But me a be fuckng a bitch
|
| Plus I’m in love with her heads
|
| She told me she love me
|
| I told her shut up, she lying
|
| How you in love with a brick
|
| She know I got my check up
|
| There’s baby mamma on my dick
|
| She wanna get her neck up
|
| She know her nigga next up
|
| Finest and I be and I be flexed up
|
| Fuck she don’t impress us
|
| All these ladies and these carrots
|
| Imma silent when I dress up
|
| Niggas sit down
|
| When I tell you get down
|
| Now get down
|
| Purple drink to wash the shit down
|
| Every leak gonna sneak
|
| I run the streets in my pleats
|
| Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week
|
| Am rich now
|
| Snash a nigga bitch now
|
| They go big dog
|
| That’s what they say in all my pictures
|
| Lately I’ve been writing scriptures
|
| With the switches, it’s official
|
| Then you hitch on 14 inches on you bitches
|
| Ridiculous, ridiculous
|
| My neck piece the sickest
|
| I always tucking in for I get ignorant
|
| The business, the business
|
| Young tall bridges
|
| I got coke and white bitches
|
| It’s a difference when you give in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Check Up , by - Boosie Badazz. Song from the album Bad Azz Zay, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп