[Produced by Big E Beatz]
[Verse 1]
Shopping at [?], going dumb with it
Drop hundreds and fiftys
I'mma go dumb with the sack
Got plenty, you know that it's with me
Make it rain on your b**h, I just bought out the city
I'mma make it rain hundreds
I ain't stopping till my pockets on empty
[Hook][x2]
f**ed a check up on designer
f**ed a check up on a lineup
f**ed a check up on some strippers
f**ed a check up on some diamonds
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up
f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, yes
[Verse 2]
f** up the check on designer
f** up the check on a lineup
f** the check up on a Rari
f** up the check on vagina
It ain't really nothing much
When the city right behind you
When you're in the MIA
And everybody tryna find you
I'm flexing like a trainer
If I'm on it it's a banger
Chain round my neck hanging just like a cliffhanger
I'm a fool with it
I'm running up that check like I'm an athlete at a track meet
She gone ride for me even if she was in the back seat
Ever since I took off it ain't been the same
I got too much [?], I can't ever change
I'mma pull up in a cool whip
That's the same color as cool whip
Your girlfriend on my to-do list
New bathroom, I'm on some new sh**
[Hook][x2]