| Clean money, talking limousine money
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| Got a nigga hand hurting when he counting
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| Get a new machine for me (we bout that motherfucking)
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| Dirty cash, want a break it, thirty cash
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| In a new Mercedes Benz burning gas (we bout that motherfucking)
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| In god we trust, if you about that, you aight with us
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| I only got a gat, won’t fight, won’t run, I’ma put it in your life (we bout
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| that motherfucking)
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| Big bank roll, rubber band trap money
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| That’s what I had way before the rap money
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| Now I got it and he don’t nigga want to act funny
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| Listen homie (we bout that motherfucking check)
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| Even still I’ma die for my respect
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| You cross that line, let it fly about that
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| Anybody know me, know that I ain’t lying about that
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| Matter fact (we bout that motherfucking)
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| Currency and revenue, all a nigga ever do is get it then spend it then get it,
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| get it
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| Whether misdemeanor or regional
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| To felony to federal
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| I got to heaven brah I’m telling you, telling you
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| We bout that motherfucking check (run it, run it)
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| You better motherfucking check
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| Hustle gang in that motherfucker chyea
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| We bout that motherfucking check (turn it, turn it)
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| Boy this how we motherfucking do it
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| Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherfucking check)
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| I ain’t talking nikes brah
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| My diamonds are enlightening brah
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| Shit flashed, think lightning struck
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| Get you tightened up (we bout that motherfucking)
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| Two dub, no screw driver
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| Diamond lane, no crew liver
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| Bought another watch, I’m two timing
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| Both boos shining (we bout that motherfucking)
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| Like an employee but I’m bossing on these hoes
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| Either I’m campaigning on revenue or out flossing on my foes
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| I do it for the niggas that was out on Slauson on the fours
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| Then made a way to be able to be on Rodeo shop, shopping when it’s closed
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| Brah that’s boss talk, Giuseppe’s what a boss walk in
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| This beef ain’t no talking, fuck walking
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| Action, run up on me see
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| Green up like a top of a tree
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| Peanuts no cashew, seeing if I have to
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| Everyday to get to a check what
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| Aye hold up, Dro
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| Tear the whole bed up
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| Bitch think I went to the crib (?)
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| ATL mobbing, ATL robbing
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| And when I hit a lick it be perfect just like a set up
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| My bitch got a set
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| My daughter, she about to turn six got a set
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| Half a million dollars in cash from serving the gas
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| That’ll show a nigga bitch how to act
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| Racks, all in your head like tylenol
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| Pockets so big they thought I hit the powerball
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| Tell your bitch hoody-hoo like the owl call
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| We eating over here, south boy
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| Chyea, and I ain’t finna play about it
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| Any nigga try to fuck with it, they better pray about it
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| All about my business, I recommend that you stay up out it
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| Yea I’m on the way up out of it
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| Eight zeroes, everything on reload
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| You can find me somewhere in the ghetto with a kilo
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| Cause all I pay is c notes
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| There ain’t shit I won’t stash
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| Got to get cash, on a mission until I’m out of gas
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| Hundred on the dash, I’ma put a hater on his ass
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| Treat him like a new beat, I’ma put him on blast |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп