I can see that bullshit from a mile away see it
You can stack my money bout a mile away stack it
I got three white bitches like its powder day white
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei brrr
And all my bitches sexy, call em Barbies sexy
She lookin back like Im flexin, baby, no way uh-uh
And lately I been on that Dusse, yee we got London on da Track!
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh, sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check yeah, yeah-yeah
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane
If I need some racks, Ima flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she dont say nun back
If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call lil shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you dont owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I wont ever quit, bitch, Im Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
Yeah, they all wanna greet em
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
No, they wont tease on that dick
They wont read on that dick, they wont leash on that dick
Dont Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
They gon snitch on that dick
And she screamin loud, she cant secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, Ima gon an Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil bitch, Ima feast that lil bitch
Got me a check, I got a check sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh, sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check yeah, yeah, yeah
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane
Bitch Im a Migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call em beetles
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals
Droppin the top on the Bentley, Im with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man, Im tripping out
I dont know none of these people
Make my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got threats, Im not worried bout that
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh, sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check sheesh
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, Im like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey
We got London on da Track!