Check It Back - Bounty Killer

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 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 him

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’ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch

Eat that, lil' bitch, I’ma feast that lil' bitch, mm

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, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain

Yeah, I’m like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks

Money in my pants, I got money I call change

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks

20, 50, 100, 500 millions made

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks

Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!

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 Regals

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

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, 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!