Check Up

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