Young Buck - Check Up | Текст песни

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Turn Up!!! (Gyeah)
It's BUCK! (Lego)

Racked up
I got bandz on me, ba-bandz on me
Racked up
I got bandz on me, I got bandz on me

Ice all on my neck
I got zeros all on my check
I got bottles all in my section
This Cashville and we flexing (BALL)

I'm still touching that white girl
All of my hoes just like girls
Walking to the club like I might hurl
Mi-Miley Cyrus this is my world
15 hundred for these robbing jeans
45 hundred for this pound of green
2 chainz gave me this pine of lean
Versace shades you know what I seen
I got a gold rolly I ain't even wore yet
A corvette I ain't even drove yet
Louis ain't even in the store yet
I bet you broke niggas didn't know that
I read up, I ain't never running out
I'm racked up, I ain't never serving y'all
Get money, I ain't never doing without
So tell me why I don't deserve to ball

I'm just running that check up (check up) [x4]
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) [x3]
I'm just running that check up (check up) [x1]

I'm still keeping that 40 on me
Fuck the feds cuz I know they want me
36 holes, I hold it on me
We think we the shit, I know that don't we?
Gucci bag hanging on my bitch arm
Your bitch shit! finna get palmed
My bitch rich and her whip foreign
Look at my wrist I got a brick on
I got time 4's I ain't even wore yet
A condo I ain't even go yet
A mansion I ain't even show yet
In case you want to know where ya hoe at
My niggas got rich while I was locked up
Came back home and I'm gwopped up
All of the soft got rocked up
Put bandz on my hand when I popped up

I'm just running that check up (check up) [x4]
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) [x3]
I'm just running that check up (check up) [x1]

I got YSL on my belt buckle
Spent bout twelve on my left knuckle
F on my rim and it means fuck ya
Bet it all whatever left of ya
Got White Remy mixed in a pepsi bottle
A college bitch she the next to model
Ball all night imma rest tomorrow
Yo baby momma she the next to swallow
I got bitches I ain't even know yet
A pound of Kush I ain't blow yet
Some Xanax bars I ain't sold yet
Tryna find a house where I can grow at
This Ace of Spade no Moët
Bout to fire this bitch where the dough at
Hey picture me ballin this a kodak
Trynna find a strip club to throw at

I'm just running that check up (check up) [x4]
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) [x3]
I'm just running that check up (check up) [x1]

I'm just running that check up (check up) [x4]
Throw me through the bandz like this (like this) [x3]
I'm just running that check up (check up) [x1]


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