Austin Skinner, BIGBABYGUCCI, 30ROCK, Better Temperatures - New Check lyrics
[Austin Skinner, BIGBABYGUCCI, 30ROCK, Better Temperatures - New Check lyrics]
(Ooh, SAV killed it) yeah
(Damn, JakeSand) yeah
Ayy, ayy, uh gucci
New check came in, you know I love addition
Sent him to heaven
I call him heaven new addition
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 rudes
And I know the nigga scary
Why he nеver come with juice?
I'vе been sipping so much
Think I need a Wocky pool
Come here, look me in my eyes
I can tell that nigga fu'
From the side, we don't really like to lose
Nigga put that 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 on 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
You ain't getting money
What the fuck you gotta lie for?
I be riding with some people
I would really die for 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 in 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
All my niggas, nothing else to say 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, twenty bands all on me
And that bitch 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
You done checked your lil' stash
Boy you ain't balling
Call your bitch my 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
(Damn, JakeSand) yeah
Ayy, ayy, uh gucci
New check came in, you know I love addition
Sent him to heaven
I call him heaven new addition
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 rudes
And I know the nigga scary
Why he nеver come with juice?
I'vе been sipping so much
Think I need a Wocky pool
Come here, look me in my eyes
I can tell that nigga fu'
From the side, we don't really like to lose
Nigga put that 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 on 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
You ain't getting money
What the fuck you gotta lie for?
I be riding with some people
I would really die for 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 in 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
All my niggas, nothing else to say 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, twenty bands all on me
And that bitch 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
You done checked your lil' stash
Boy you ain't balling
Call your bitch my 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