Boosie BadAzz - Check Up lyrics

It’s for all my n***as getting that check up Put your motherf**ing hoods up I wanna see your motherf**ing hoods up n***a lets ride out To all my n***as getting that check up n***a let’s roll n***a In my project, we come up hard Serving, working and building cards f** cleaning p**y boy But ain’t nothing in that p**y boy Flip the pack, make it stack Make it last Make it move Been seen to much f** n***a, I ain’t afraid of you Work off the streets, teenagers payed on a cool You ain’t taking nothing I got, old school I got k’s for you Stack my dollars Keep it silent Mind my damn business Hundred fifty f**ing twenties in my tanned dickies My n***a keep a bad b**h She keep them grands with me That’s my n***a there Pa** that future G All I know is hustle, bustle Boosie play to win God made them leave me alone They lay again I hustle hard Hustle hard to get the things I got You think I’m playing but I’m not Look at this chain and watch Don’t wanna step on nobody toe Don’t want no drama n***a I just want the money Money by the pound [Chorus:] Young n***a can you check up [x5] (Check up echos) I’m a young n***a getting all check up But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though Zero to a motherf**ing milli, go get it Rule too smooth like a criminal Your p**y is for dead and pitiful Stepping through the city on my tippy toe And I came a long way from a shag bottom tracks With the pro wing shoes and the tilico, really though Running my bands Running through, running through bands Soon as they touching my hands Bumpers and grind Stacks stuffed up in my pants Too much money for fans Couple a b**h But me a be f**ng a b**h Plus I’m in love with her heads She told me she love me I told her shut up, she lying How you in love with a brick She know I got my check up There’s baby mamma on my dick She wanna get her neck up She know her n***a next up Finest and I be and I be flexed up f** she don’t impress us All these ladies and these carrots Imma silent when I dress up [Chorus] n***as sit down When I tell you get down Now get down Purple drink to wash the sh** down Every leak gonna sneak I run the streets in my pleats Freaks in my suits and they vary by the week Am rich now Snash a n***a b**h now They go big dog That’s what they say in all my pictures Lately I’ve been writing scriptures With the switches, it’s official Then you hitch on 14 inches on you b**hes Ridiculous, ridiculous My neck piece the sickest I always tucking in for I get ignorant The business, the business Young tall bridges I got coke and white b**hes It’s a difference when you give in [Chorus]