Mike T

Lyrics

[Intro] Hahahaha Listen I'm checkin' these hoes more than they gettin' paid at they job Like, the fuck? [Chorus] Check on a bitch like Nike (What?) Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) Check on a bitch like Nike (What?) Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) [Verse 1] Hahahaha, burr, it's cold in here Got a pole case a ho get bold in here (Get bold) Got some ice, so it might get cold in here Can't lack, gotta bring my pole in here Ho, that ain't your nigga, so why you triggered? You let him hit 'cause he took you to dinner (Like what?) I let him hit 'cause he play with them triggers (Gang) Homeboy be quick to go buss at them niggas Buss at them niggas, buss at them bitches Buss at them rats, buss at them snitches Just look at the sea, it's too many fishes So why would I stress 'bout a nigga? (Like?) I get 'em gone, tada (Tada) They sing along, la-la (La-la) Glizzy gon' aim at his māthā (Grrah) Diddy boppin', do the cha-cha (Cha) I think my prayers is working (Why?) 'Cause I used to pray for a Birkin (On God) And I used to pray for that Prada I walk in the spot and I'm throwin' them dollars (Make it rain, trick) I got a friend named Reisha (Woo) I got a friend named Alyssa (My friend) If you got that gold, she a digger Every time I see her, she with a new nigga (Like what?) [Chorus] Check on a ho like Nike (What?) Flex on a bitch like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) Check on a bitch like Nike (What?) Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) [Verse 2] Brick wall, waterfall Girl, you think you got it all But you don't, I do So move with that attitude (Like move) Reese's Pieces Butter Cup Fuck with me, he fall in love Fuck with you, you hurt his gut, huh (You hurt his gut, you hurt his gut) Hands on my knees, makin' it squeeze Act like you tough, yo, you ain't tryna meet (Like what?) Act like you tough, talk through the screen Send your location, you ain't tryna meet Yeah, I get down real dirty (Huh) Real dark skin, real tall, real curvy (Huh) Won't text back 'cause that nigga ain't worthy (Like what?) He see me winnin', now he wanna hurt me I love who I am, know where I stand Know I'ma blow 'cause that's all I got planned (Like what?) Like, why you mad? I just be chillin' Makin' my money, I'm handling business (Makin' money) I don't throw shade, I just direct it You see me in person, you better respect it (Like what?) They love who I am, they always applaud me Late to the party, I need about forty Just don't go villain Drop down low, make her touch to the ceiling (Like what?) Why they be hating? I just be chillin' (Uh-huh) Broke boy, get the fuck out your feelings I'm focused on cash, swerve through the dash Flexin' on bitches, I'm makin' 'em mad (They mad) I got him simpin', I know that he sad I'm still a chick that ain't none of them had My body golden, yes, I am chosen I got him prayin' like this is The Omen I tell him listen, he do what I tell him I tell him listen, he do what I tell him [Chorus] Check on a bitch like Nike (What?) Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) Check on a bitch like Nike (What?) Flex on a ho like Spike Lee (Hrrr) Beat on a bitch like Mike T Don't runner-up, tell a ho come fight me (Hmm, hmm) [Outro] Y'all bitches don't wanna fight No, y'all bitches don't wanna fight No, y'all bitches don't wanna fight Y'all bitches couldn't fight to save y'all life, bye