Juicy J - Advance Lyrics

I just called up to the label
And I was tellin' them, you know
If they wanna pay me
To bring out my album
I gotta get that shit now

I need that check in advance
I need that check in advance (I need it)
I need that check in advance
I needa count up my bands, yeah
I need that check in advance, yeah
I need that check in advance, yeah
I need that check in my hand, yeah
I needa count up my bands, yeah
(Bang bang, bang bang)

I need that check in advance
They lurkin' go check on the land
Don't give a f*ck what you say to my face what you niggas gon' say on the stand?
Rubber bands stretchin' grams
So hard I can cut you a Xan
Keepin' my brothers, I eat with my brothers, on me what the f*ck is a friend (my niggas)
I'm on a beach so you know I'm not playin'
Shooters gon' hop out the vino the van
Burner gon' hop out with Tommy and Nina
Then they gone hop out with Gina and Pam
I know we bluffin' but I don't say nothin'
I not with the talkin' it's cheaper than stands
Work off prepaid, been up 3 days, and I bought 3 K's don't f*ck with the clan, nigga
(Bang bang, bang bang)
Susy ready what you payin'
Run it up I never ran
And four eyes in the cut with the heaters on them so expect to dropped if you get out of hand
My man

I need that check in advance (I need it)
I need that check in advance
I need that check in advance
I needa count up my bands, yeah
I need that check in advance, yeah
I need that check in advance, yeah
I need that check in my hand, yeah
I needa count up my bands, yeah

(Bang bang, bang bang)

I got the look, I'm the man
I had to cook up a plan
I keep a zip on me I keep a grip on me
It's hard to pull up my pants
I like the to jet to back out when I land
What would you do for your bro in a jam?
What would you do for your homie your fam?
What would you do for a brick or a band? (Not a damn thing)
(Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang)

Caught her with my first gun
Shots fired, code red
Rosses with choppas we poppin' imposters
Turn coppers to pasta then go pop a Xan
F*ckin' up a nigga's plan
We comin' you don't even got a chance
This shit monopoly, you on my property
How you gone pay for your life with them bands

(Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang) (Yeah)

So, just got off the phone Rifkin
He said he gone pay the money
Appreciate that shit Columbia