Beatking - Chasing Dat Check lyrics

[Hook: Beatking] I lost all my friends, I lost all my friends Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check Chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, ooh Hollup, I just want the money b**hes say I'm acting funny Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, its a vet Chasing that, chasing that check, holup, holup [Verse 1: Beatking] Club godzilla, ain't no n***a trilla Off in VIP with the dealas and k**as Fifteen strippers, throw they a** back I'ma rub these one's on yo a**crack n***as wanna hate, they don't make sense Stevie Wonder at the skater ring Swoop see the coupe, she know I got the juice Dick in her face like Maybelline I'm the [?], we in Oklahoma We can f** yo baby mama if we wanna H-Town b**h, syrup and the soda Mixing with the Xan make it throw tha b**h I get the paper like a folder Flip flop paint [?] bipola Just left club drinks finna leave high roller Hoes call me baby like I'm riding in the stroller Get the head, get the bread, kick her out like I don't know her Chasing that check, chasing that, chasing that check I don't need any friends, I just bought me a Benz f**ing with DJ J Bone, he got some hoes he wanna bone Call them b**hes, club godzilla f**ing all these strippers This year I'm stunting on all these n***as Holup [Hook: Beatking] I lost all my friends, I lost all my friends Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check Chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, ooh Holup, I just want the money b**hes say I'm acting funny Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, its a vet Chasing that, chasing that check, holup, holup [Verse 2: Slim Thug] Chasing that check, chasing that check Til I get about 100 mill on deck I'm taking off fast like a jet Gripping and sweat, where its at, where its at All for the money, all I do is get paper How the hell you think I got all these haters How the hell you think I got million dollar neighbors Big house in the birds, pen house skyscraper Came from the bottom all the way to the top And I still ain't stop, I'm still climbin' higher Broke rappers mane saying I need to retire The OG still keep putting out fire b**hes mad at me cause I can't keep still Still M.O.B til I get these bills Ain't got friends, ain't got time to chill Chasing these checks like [?] OG Thugga for this pimpin' in my blood Gotta paint a v if ya wanna be a thug Tell ya baby mama come give a boss a hug Tell em feds that I been quit selling d** Alergic to scrubs, only roll with the bosses Tryna slow me down, tryna buy more houses Me and Beatking steady working no losses That's why all the haters on my dick, stay nauseous Thugga [Hook: Beatking] I lost all my friends, I lost all my friends Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check Chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, chasing that, ooh Hollup, I just want the money b**hes say I'm acting funny Chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, chasing that check, its a vet Chasing that, chasing that check, holup, holup