I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

Check it out I can't believe it, it's so amazing. I can't believe it, this beat is banging. I can't believe it, I can't believe it. (Hey) Check it out This club is heating, this party's blazing. (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Stepped in the party like

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama When you check it out 'Cause I'll be standing on the side Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip Don't you worry 'bout a thing, sugar Everybody's

Keepin' touch with Mama Kin Livin' out your fantasy Sleeping late and smoking tea You better check it out Or someday soon you'll have to climb back on the wagon Tell her where you've gone and been It ain't easy, livin' like ya want to And it's so hard to

South-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Fuck check-out time, we don't wake up Damn these EST boy's done came up Dirty ass Chucks and a bad bitch lace up Where my east-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my west-side motherfuckers? Laced Up! Where my

It's a mystery to me The game commences For the usual fee Plus expenses Confidential information It's in a diary This is my investigation It's not a public inquiry I go checking out the report

Spinnin' bottles, spinnin' bottles Will it end? Nobody knows Spinnin' rooms, spinnin' wheels, spinnin' out of control She's waiting, praying, that he don't drive tonight She's pacing the floor, she's checking the time Wondering how the glow with that

Like fights with the brass knuckles Like I ain't got nothing to live Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it (I'm going out) Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist