We bout that muthafuckin
You know it
Okay okay
We bout that muthafuckin check
Run it, run it
You better muthafuckin check
Hustle Gang in this muthafucka, chyeah!
We bout that muthafuckin check
Turn it, turn it
Boy all we muthafuckin do is flip that, bust through and make moves
We bout that muthafuckin check
Clean money, talking limousine money
Got a nigga hittin here when he gotta get a new machine for me
We bout that muthafuckin
Dirty cash, want a brick? It’s 30 cash
In a new Mercedes Benz, burnin gas
We bout that muthafuckin
In God we trust, if you about that you a’ight with us
Always gotta get, won’t fight, won’t fuck
I’mma put it in there like
We bout that muthafuckin
Big bankroll, rubberband trap money
That’s what I had way before the rap money
Now I got it and he don’t
Nigga wanna act funny
Listen homie
We ’bout that mothafuckin’ check
Keep it still, I’mma die for my respect
You cross that line, little fly bout that
Anybody know me know that I ain’t lyin bout that
Matter fact
We bout that muthafuckin
Currency and revenue
All a nigga ever do is get it then spend it then get it, get it
With a misdemeanor, original a felony to federal
I got that heavy bruh, that what I’m telling you, telling you
We bout that muthafuckin check
Run it, run it
You better muthafuckin check
Hustle Gang in this muthafucka, chyeah!
We bout that muthafuckin check
Turn it, turn it
Boy all we muthafuckin do is flip that, bust through and make moves
We bout that muthafuckin check
And ain’t talking Nikes bruh, my diamonds are enlightening bruh
Shit flash, think lightning struck
Get you tightened up
We bout that muthafuckin
Tuned up, no screwdriver
Diamond lane, no crew live up
On another watch I’m 2-timin, both boots shinin
We bout that muthafuckin
Like an employee but I’m bossin on these hoes
Either out campaigning on revenue or out flossin on my folks
We bout that muthafuckin
I do it for the niggas that was out on Slawson on the 4′s
Them made a way to be able to be all day, I’m shop shoppin when it’s closed
We bout that muthafuckin
Boy that’s boss talk, G-seppe’s what a boss walk in
This beef ain’t no talk and fuck walkin bitch
We bout that muthafuckin
Action, run up on the scene
Green up like the top of a tree
Peanuts, no cash, you see it if I have to, every day the price to a check buoy
We bout that muthafuckin check
Run it, run it
You better muthafuckin check
Hustle Gang in this muthafucka, chyeah!
We bout that muthafuckin check
Turn it, turn it
Boy all we muthafuckin do is flip that, bust through and make moves
We bout that muthafuckin check
Aye hold up, Dro, tell the whole bid up
This thing I went to the crib, then where a nigga gotta check up
ATM mobbin, ATM robbin
And when I hit a lick it be perfect to light the set up
My bitch got a sack,
My daughter, she bought to turn 6, got a sack
Half of million dollars in cash from sertin the gas
That show a nigga bitch how to act
White racks all in here like Tylenol
Pockets so big they think I hit the powerball
Tell yo bitch booty who like the out call
We eat over here, shock hoe
Shit!
It ain’t finna play it by the ending nigga
Tryna fuck it with, they better pray bout it
Althought might bump into some nigga that you see about year, I’m on the way up out it
We bout that muthafuckin check
8 0′s, everything on reload
You can find me somewhere in the ghetto with a kilo
The other ain’t bother, you can tell em we gone c-lo cus all the place c-notes
We bout that muthafuckin
It ain’t shit, I’m on stairs
Gotta keep cash on the missin til I’m out of gas
Hundred on the dash, I’mma put a hater on his ass
Treat him like a new beat, I’mma put him on blast
We bout that muthafuckin check
Run it, run it
You better muthafuckin check
Hustle Gang in this muthafucka, chyeah!
We bout that muthafuckin check
Turn it, turn it
Boy all we muthafuckin do is flip that, bust through and make moves
We bout that muthafuckin check
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