Young M.A - Check lyrics

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Young M.A - Check lyrics

[Verse 1] Counting all this money with the pain's Counting all this money with the pain's Counting all this money with the pain's Fresh up off the plane Now look at all these b**h n***as hating, looking sour Broke boys talking, making minimum a hour Two bad jaws, backseat of my Sonata Light skin, brown skin, Hennessy colada Got a couple shooters that ain't talking, they just pop up A couple rowdy n***as that ain't scared to throw they block up Bet I won't murder all these rappers, put your gwap up Bars on point like my barber with the line up Tryna get your fame up p**y get your bank up Lame dykes tryna use my name to get they name up Making with your main chick and that p**y laid up Yeah, I got a big strap, I f** her her brains up Then I take her in the kitchen, that coochie dripping Shorty got that fat cat and that p**y hissing When we done I make her cook and, she clean them dishes Then she go back home to her n***a until she miss it Now look at all these bum n***as No money having, yeah them scrub n***as We everywhere like some crumbs n***a I'm in her stomach like some tumms n***a Shot out my bloods and my cuz n***as Them thug n***as Them hustlers that hustle for them funds n***a To all my b**hes they get it, they in them clubs with us Cause we throwing this money now they in love with us [Hook] f**ing with the set Cause they know we up next [Verse 2] Now look at all these dyke b**hes hating, looking sour I beef with being broke, cause b**h I'm 'bout a dollar But my pistol, always co*ked and I pop it like a collar They love me then they hate me, god damn make your mind up Then they on my dick, they on my dick, they on my dick And since you like to s** come here n***a, blow the grip Do my ShMoney dance, ah ah, hit the Diddy bop And I don't really dance but I will still hit that Milly Rock I flame it like a hot pot I know you saw me on that hot box (Cee-Lo!) With Funk Flex on that Hot 9 sh** I been busy like a hotline f**ing with me, now the knot mine I got 10 jobs, I don't get tired Shot out to Fox tryna get me on that Empire And first I had to turn down, wasn't up to par Cause it's Young M.A , b**h f** is Betty Bar How I see it is how I call it I met Lee Dames at Swizz's office A whole room full of bosses Making a young b**h feel important I swear y'all don't make no sense So, all the haters thanks for hating and promoting my sh** I got more views, more hoes to choose More money, new car, more clothes and shoes Doing shows in DC, RI, CT And I know you see me on Revolt TV Got legends in the game bringing me on stage Got the crowd nuts like a f**ing parade Girls pussies get wet just from touching my braids I rep Redlyfe and I don't give a f** what you claim Forget the summer, I'm taking over the rest of the years I'm 'bout to make it real rough like n***as with beards All I know is be tough, I don't know how to fear Yeah they talk tough but I never believe what I hear To beat me, you gon' need a full leaf and a prayer f** a bag, I'm in a chair with my feet in the air And I dare a thot b**h tryna get in her bag I make her get out my car and make her get in the cab Being broke ain't a joke, but I'm paid so I laughed My a** to the bank, get money don't hate n***a