New Check

Lyrics

[Intro: BIGBABYGUCCI] (Ooh, SAV killed it) Yeah (Damn, JakeSand) Yeah Ayy, ayy, uh GUCCI [Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI] New check came in, you know I love addition Sent him to heaven, I call him heaven new edition I ain't even say shit, them bitches started kissing I'm knowing she love it when money only is the mission I don't speak to them hoes, nah, no I don't do no rebound Me and gang stuck in the crib pouring Wock' like it's free now Said she wasn't sucking dick so I just asked her ass to leave now Say I'm rude but I know your mama always told you life gon' come with rules And I know the nigga scary, why hе never come with juicе? I've been sipping so much, think I need a Wocky pool Come here, look me in my eyes, I can tell that nigga fu' Killer come up from the side, we don't really like to lose Nigga put the money up, you ain't really get that cake You be flexing petty stack, nah I done made that in a day I can't even smoke with groupies, always tryna touch my face Said she love to suck my dick, I call her, 1-800-FACE I don't even see nobody, got a crib right in the lake My mama told me that she proud of me so fuck what bitches say I got a son now, a nigga gotta grind for him Should never hit my phone without no money, ain't got no time for it Pull up on him, bullets flying, yeah you know where I'm scoring Oh, you such a funny guy, I turn his ass to Martin Lawrence [Verse 2: Austin Skinner] You ain't getting money, what the fuck you gotta lie for? I be riding with some people I would really die for (Swear to god) Got that bitch, I broke her heart and now she wanna cry more I'ma get that money, count it up, that's why I'm bored Touch down in Virginia, I just flew down from Atlanta Said she working corporate but she throw it like a dancer She can't keep her hands off me, that bitch don't got no manners Cut the line of Wock' and then I threw it in the Fanta [Verse 3: Orlando Merci] All my niggas death row, kill the beat, nun' else to say Different trip for weed, wrap it twice, flight to the Bay You ain't fucking under me, get that pussy out my face She be tryna suck my dick, she don't care about my race Heard they don't like me Tryna go too fast in the coupe, she get excited I be sagging, too many bands all on me And that bitch be tryna be my only fan, hit my link And my nigga's diamond ice water, came out the rink You ain't talking money, boy you ain't talking Splat a nigga brains, colored like we paintballing Peep that check in your lil' stash, boy you ain't balling Call your bitch my lil' ho, she love name calling She go missing, you gon' think that she AWOL-ing Second phone ring too much, that's a stain calling