Trey SongzCheck Me Out

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air Trigga, let's go Let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air Trigga, let's go Stop. Pose. What's that? Bend it over quick, throw your butt back Tuned in for the mill, where the bucks at? She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that She wanna ride on it like a bus pass Give me smart brain and a dumb pack Go on poke out, thumb tack Back that ass up I'mma front that Knock it out the park. Let these other niggas bunt that Turn the music up, where the club at? Throw a couple stacks, where the 1's at? Shout to all the women that know they got that come back Girl, you got that I can see it from the front back She said "Damn, they be hatin', where the love at? I said "Damn that, you looking like you does that." Hair up, damn, she done brought the fuckin' bun back Niggas shady, damn, bring the sun back Beat crazy, damn, bring the drums back This yo' city, nigga. Damn, how I run that? Forgot I was a singer, damn, bring the run back Woo! [Chorus] Aye, Check me out doe I'mma keep it real with you Aye Check me out doe I'm just tryin' to chill with you Aye Check me out doe I'mma keep it real with you Che-Check me out Aye Check me out doe I'm just tryin' to chill with you Aye Check me out doe I'mma keep it real with you Che-check me out You say you work hard, where you work at? Girl I go hard, let me work that Say you got drive, well reverse that I'mma beat it up. I'ma, I'mma hurt that Single momma, yeah yeah I support that I don't judge baby, I ain't tryin to court that I don't play baby, I ain't tryin to sport that Talking 'bout its real when I know somebody bought that My time money and you niggas can't afford that Bad bitches in the studio where I record that Right now and I'm finna pipe down Once I'm done this verse shit I'mma kill this pussy I'mma hearse it I'mma fool with it, super cool with it Why you snoozin', I got a booze in it I took her panties and I put a pool in it The flow stupid, its so stupid [Chorus] Uh, check me out doe I'm in that Ralph Lo Red bottoms for the models, never Aldo Catch me ridin', Maserati with the top low And I get deep up in that pussy, then I outro Bad bitch and the miles low Oh, that's your main chick? That's my side ho She a dime and she a dime so we don't know When I compare 'em it's like a chevy, a tahoe Yo trigga' where the hoes? I'm in the Margielas, they like what are those? I got them guys jealous cause I'm getting dough She said she never seen a ghost 'til she was in my rolls Lookey here, I'mma keep it real with you Get it clear, I ain't tryin' to chill with you Give her here so I can put the steel in ya Now, shorty bust it open for a real nigga [Chorus] This right here, this goes out To all the motherfucking Getting money bitches in the house Don't stop let's work let's rock Don't stop let's work let's rock Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air
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