Letras
(Ooh, RJ Lamont, 4sho Magazine) yeah, ay
I'm walkin' right in, fuckin' this bitch up
What that pussy cost, bitch, is you tryna fuck or what?
We all up a hunnid plus, who dick you wanna suck?
Lil' bih just hit the jewelry store and dropped a 41
We really gettin' paid, Will, tell 'em some
(I'm in Cali' right now G, I'ma mail you some)
Now I'm 'bout to get back to cuttin' a rug
You can spend it like that when you fuckin' with the plug
All of my niggas eatin', can't nobody stop that
Bro said he wanna drive a Bentley, I'm like, "Not yet"
I'm a fuckin' paperboy, I'm like project
Too busy with the bag, that's why I ain't drop a project
What the fuck is up, where that money at?
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
My brodie got a couple years, it's only right that I stack
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check
Ay, man, I'm tryna get this money, you bitches hate too much
Catch me boolin' by myself, I don't hang in a bunch
Trust me she ain't livin' long if the lil' bitch owe me
Put this Ruger to yo' face 'cause I think he tryna ho me
I'ma spark this wood at him, watch this bitch die slowly
It's molly water, I'm with the gang, Moz got the new 40 on him
Man, it's cold in the D, boy you better bundle up
You can chill on the block, but I'll just keep the heater tucked
Keep chasin' that check, and fuck these angry ass bitches
I always touch a chicken when my hands get to itchin'
Stuff a cookie in the wood, I get messy when I'm rollin'
Quick to leave a pussy smokin', always keep one eye open
What the fuck is up, where that money at?
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
My brodie got a couple years, it's only right that I stack
Ain't tryna have no conversation, I'm tryna run up a check
I'm tryna run up a check, I'm tryna run up a check (not yet)