paroles de chanson Check - Young Thug

I can see that bullshit from a mile away (see it)
You can stack my money about a mile away (stack it)
I got three white bitches like it's powder day (white)
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei (brrr)
And all my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (sexy)
She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (uh-uh)
And lately I been on that D'usse, yee
I 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, I 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 I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you don't owe me bitch still act like you owe me
I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm 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 stuntin' 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 won't tease on that dick
They won't read on that dick, they won't leash on that dick
Don't Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
They gon' snitch on that dick
And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I'm gon' an' Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch
I 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, I 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 I'm 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 Reagles
Droppin' the top on the Bentley, I'm with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man I'm tripping out
I don't know none of these people
Make my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout that
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done
I 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, I got a check (yeah, yeah-yeah!)
Yeah, I'm 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!