[ Featuring Omelly ]
(Vega$ on the track)
Hey, run me up a check and put the cash in the tuck
Put my arm through the roof when I'm ashing my Dutch
Grab shawty from the Ville, is we smashing or what?
Only put my hand out when I'm grabbing her butt, ay
Came a long way from the back to the front
That nigga ain't real, he just gassing you up
Stuff diesel in the 'Wood, I keep gassing 'em up
Paper tag hot wheels, I keep gassing 'em up
Had a tail light out but they ain't know I had gas in the trunk
And my brand new strap in the tuck
I prayed but I would've gave God dap for the luck
Paper tag hot wheels, I keep gassing 'em up
Now I'm married to the money, I'm not having the lust
And as far for the rest, I'm not having the trust
Now it's all coming to me, I'm not having to rush
Stuff it in a rubber band and keep adding it up, ay
Run me up a check and put the cash in the tuck
Put my arm through the roof when I'm ashing my Dutch
Grab shawty from the Ville, is we smashing or what?
Only put my hand out when I'm grabbing her butt, ay
Came a long way from the back to the front (Osama Twin Llamas)
That nigga ain't real, he just gassing you up
Stuff diesel in the 'Wood
I keep gassing 'em up (from Philly to Jersey, nigga)
Paper tag hot wheels, I keep gassing 'em up, ay (Bankroll Brew, what up?)
Haul assing from the narcs, I'm in a Trackhawk (skrrt, skrrt)
Nigga, walk up on me, I let that Mac bark (brrt)
Bussing juggs in the trenches, I'm a trap star (trap)
All these hunnids in my pants, bitch, I'm racked up (racks)
We gon' get this money, we don't need a deal (facts)
Lately I been flipping pounds and cooking Nina still
I roll up a L of that broccoli (broccoli)
None of that hating can stop me (nah)
I f*ck on your bitch 'cause I'm popping (popping)
I f*ck on your bitch 'cause I'm popping (go)
Run me up a check and put the cash in the tuck (popping)
Put my arm through the roof when I'm ashing my Dutch
Grab shawty from the Ville, is we smashing or what?
Only put my hand out when I'm grabbing her butt, ay
Came a long way from the back to the front
That nigga ain't real, he just gassing you up
Stuff diesel in the 'Wood, I keep gassing 'em up
Paper tag hot wheels, I keep gassing 'em up (hey, hey, okay)
Never last, always first
Had to get it out the dirt (what else?)
Body bag and get a hearse
Now it's a nickel for the verse (I get that)
And if the numbers ain't right
Then it probably won't work (not at all)
I'm talking cash money, Baby and Turk (ha)
I'm tryna do the dash in a vert (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Pirellis still smoking, the gas is in motion (ooh, ooh)
My drank got the potion (okay)
Okay, I'm reloaded, young nigga with some paper
She couldn't help to notice
Saw me with the chasers then bussed it wide open
Run me up a check and put the cash in the tuck
Put my arm through the roof when I'm ashing my Dutch
Grab shawty from the Ville, is we smashing or what?
Only put my hand out when I'm grabbing her butt, ay
Came a long way from the back to the front
That nigga ain't real, he just gassing you up
Stuff diesel in the 'Wood, I keep gassing 'em up
Paper tag hot wheels, I keep gassing 'em up
