Check Up - Boosie Badazz

It’s for all my niggas getting that check up

Put your motherfucking hoods up

I wanna see your motherfucking hoods up

Nigga lets ride out

To all my niggas getting that check up

Nigga let’s roll nigga

In my project, we come up hard

Serving, working and building cards

Fuck cleaning pussy boy

But ain’t nothing in that pussy boy

Flip the pack, make it stack

Make it last

Make it move

Been seen to much

Fuck nigga, 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 fucking twenties in my tanned dickies

My nigga keep a bad bitch

She keep them grands with me

That’s my nigga there

Pass 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

Nigga I just want the money

Money by the pound

Young nigga gettin' a check up

(Check up echos)

I’m a young nigga getting all check up

But no I ain’t talking bout the physical, really though

Zero to a motherfucking milli, go get it

Rule too smooth like a criminal

Your pussy 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 bitch

But me a be fuckng a bitch

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 nigga next up

Finest and I be and I be flexed up

Fuck she don’t impress us

All these ladies and these carrots

Imma silent when I dress up

Niggas sit down

When I tell you get down

Now get down

Purple drink to wash the shit 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 nigga bitch 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 bitches

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 bitches

It’s a difference when you give in