Lyrics

(I really like to use cash) Mane, like First thing first, I need that, that check Where that's at? I'm the first one in the class, I'm so about a check I just hit for a hunnid, I move smart with that TEC That lil' boy think he a dog, he ain't wrong, he get pet I'm a soldier in the game, but I move strong with the vets He said he don't wanna be a star, my shooter pop, man, he up next Got some niggas down the road, but I don't call 'em on collect No, his bitch won't leave me alone, she give me dome, still on my neck On your test, had everything wrong, dawg, you ain't get no check Know my clique known to get paper, but my clip filled up with lead You could catch me with your chickenhead, but I ain't givin' her no bread I just talked to the streets, they hit me back said, "It's a bet" I hit the block, then I collect soon as I wake up, catch a check (I really like to use cash) Pull out that Miami Heat and he went MIA He not in the street, he just act hard, he in the way He wanna hang with guerillas, told my young nigga go ape If you ain't got no check involved, you shouldn't have nothin' to say (bitch) I'm the first one in the class, I'm so about a check I just hit for a hundred, I move smart with that TEC That lil' boy think he a dog, he ain't wrong, he get pet I'm a soldier in the game, but I move strong with the vets He said he don't wanna be a star, my shooter pop, man, he up next Got some niggas down the road, but I don't call 'em on collect No, his bitch won't leave me alone, she give me dome, still on my neck On your test, had everything wrong, dawg You ain't get no check (where the check? Stupid)
Writer(s): Carrington Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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