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J-Money - CHECK UP (feat. BRIL & D STURDY) Lyrics



J-Money - CHECK UP (feat. BRIL & D STURDY) Lyrics
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I was down, had to grind, get my check up Niggas hatin', niggas mad that we next up
Niggas pockets flat, niggas broke, playin' catch-up Niggas actin' crazy, hit us, pop up out the black truck
Big Brody, caught a body, hit his neck up, I got Brody ridin' with me, shotgun, tryna catch one
This shit real, in the field, He Tryna wet sum, Play with me or Bril, then you know you gon' catch one
Niggas fakin', they weird and they envy, Had to cut niggas off, I ain't friendly
I Said, f*ck all the drama, I just want the Benji, I was broke I was down, yeah, my T-shirts was dingy
Now the bitches on dick, I got plenty I'ma keep goin' hard for the guys and family
Free all my dogs, yeah, the love never ended They is not with it, they just want attention
My diamonds be bustin', my diamonds be glitchin' Thirty-three, Scottie Pippen
Off the wok, got me trippin' In my bag, I ain't finish
In her mouth like a dentist AP it ain't rentin
I was down bad in the trenches So I had to f*ckin' get it
By any means, I'ma get this green For my f*ckin' team
Seen niggas hatin' on me Had to fall back, yeah, I peep the scene
Mixin' Amiri with Celine Mix the Sprite with the lean
I gotta get it and I gotta chase it Niggas, they broke and they basic
I'm on the top while they raisin' Came from the motherf*ckin' basement
Had to grind, had to chasin' Big body, benz, uh, don't raisin
She want dick, so I tell her to taste it, Threw fifty in the club I faded, Spent Two-fifty in the club, I fade it
Man these niggas so mad that I made it Actin' so real, why the f*ck you be fakin'
My heart so cold, I just give it a blanket Bout to go dumb, I'ma go super saiyan
Got my blicky, bro, f*ck is you sayin'? And these niggas just do it for clout
We was just cool, got them thinkin' we playin' Like, ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't nobody but bro rockin' for me If I don't got it, who gon' pop it for me
I be in the stu, makin' bops to the beat Niggas, bitches, they be coppin' the plea
Nah, niggas be copyin' me Don't got no chicken, be talkin' my beef
Niggas be checkin', be talkin' my beef
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I was down, had to grind, get my check up Niggas hatin', niggas mad that we next up
Niggas pockets flat, niggas broke, playin' catch-up Niggas actin' crazy, hit us, pop up out the black truck
Big Brody, caught a body, hit his neck up, I got Brody ridin' with me, shotgun, tryna catch one
This shit real, in the field, He Tryna wet sum, Play with me or Bril, then you know you gon' catch one
Niggas fakin', they weird and they envy, Had to cut niggas off, I ain't friendly
I Said, f*ck all the drama, I just want the Benji, I was broke I was down, yeah, my T-shirts was dingy
Now the bitches on dick, I got plenty I'ma keep goin' hard for the guys and family
Free all my dogs, yeah, the love never ended They is not with it, they just want attention
My diamonds be bustin', my diamonds be glitchin' Thirty-three, Scottie Pippen
Off the wok, got me trippin' In my bag, I ain't finish
In her mouth like a dentist AP it ain't rentin
I was down bad in the trenches So I had to f*ckin' get it
By any means, I'ma get this green For my f*ckin' team
Seen niggas hatin' on me Had to fall back, yeah, I peep the scene
Mixin' Amiri with Celine Mix the Sprite with the lean
I gotta get it and I gotta chase it Niggas, they broke and they basic
I'm on the top while they raisin' Came from the motherf*ckin' basement
Had to grind, had to chasin' Big body, benz, uh, don't raisin
She want dick, so I tell her to taste it, Threw fifty in the club I faded, Spent Two-fifty in the club, I fade it
Man these niggas so mad that I made it Actin' so real, why the f*ck you be fakin'
My heart so cold, I just give it a blanket Bout to go dumb, I'ma go super saiyan
Got my blicky, bro, f*ck is you sayin'? And these niggas just do it for clout
We was just cool, got them thinkin' we playin' Like, ain't nobody stoppin' me
Ain't nobody but bro rockin' for me If I don't got it, who gon' pop it for me
I be in the stu, makin' bops to the beat Niggas, bitches, they be coppin' the plea
Nah, niggas be copyin' me Don't got no chicken, be talkin' my beef
Niggas be checkin', be talkin' my beef
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Writer: Jaden Roberts
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Performed By: J-Money
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Jaden Roberts

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