Sweat Check

It's Saweetie, bitch

And look

I know y'all tired about me talkin' 'bout a rich ****

But you are who you fuck

And I'm a big spender

Let's go

I could make a rich **** chase

Pull that durag off, know I love fresh waves

Fat cheeks and a lil' bitty waist

East side ****, but he wanna be bae, okay

Bad bitch, gotta say it like Short (Like Short)

Turn it over, put the ball in my court (My court)

Squat down, shit, I'm creasin' my Forces

I get a **** hooked, no chorus

Saweetie so single, need a freak like a Taurus

You don't wanna take me shoppin'? That's borin'

Flyin' foreign, private boardin'

Mile high club every night I'm tourin'

I'm pretty like JT, fine like Lori

New flip flops, cool, bitch, that's Tory

Countin' up a mil' in the house like Corey

Baby daddy love me, bitch, sorry, not sorry

I don't know your ****, amnesia ('Nesia)

He a fan, girl, it ain't nothin' deeper (Deeper)

**** always beggin' like Felicia (Felicia)

Freaky bitch, I might pull up in some pleasers, yeah

He could work hard, but it's easy to me (To me)

**** gon' flock, but I leave 'em to flee (To flee)

Fuck ****, don't believe in a tweet

He don't know my real name? He believe that it's Saweet

I could make a rich **** chase

Pull that durag off, know I love fresh waves

Fat cheeks and a lil' bitty waist

East side ****, but he wanna be bae, okay

Bad bitch, gotta say it like Short (Like Short)

Turn it over, put the ball in my court (My court)

Squat down, shit, I'm creasin' my Forces

I get a **** hooked, no chorus

It's a pretty bitch summer

Get lit, free drinks, fake numbers

Hunnid missed calls in my phone, no wonder

Stone cold stunna, got thighs like thunder

Treat me like Aretha, Franks for a diva

Listen to your ****, they tell you I'm a keeper

If you never knew me, that'd probably be cheaper

If you really knew me, you would know I don't need ya

It's time for sweat check, it's time for sweat check

Hands on your knees, we through the streets like it's the Freaknik

It's time for sweat check, it's time for sweat check

Hands on your knees, we through the streets like it's the Freaknik