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****ing up a Check (Explicit) - Soulja Boy (酱爆弟弟)/Bow Wow
Go ahead f**k it up
Forgiato when I'm pulling up
I put forgi's on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
F**king up a check f**king up a check
F**king up a check let's f**k up a check
F**king up a check f**king up a check
Let's f**k up a check f**king up a check
I'm f**king up designer I'm f**king up Versace
When I hit the club tattoos on my body
Make it hurricane make it thunderstorm
I'mma make it flash flood ain't no one
Walked in the club I got all of this cash yuh
I'mma hit the club yeah I'mma bring them bands yuh
Bring them bands out bring them xans out
She just dropped it down chopper hundred rounds
I got a check I got a check and they know that I'm stunting
She want the dick she want the dick
I gave her the dick and some molly
I post in the club I post in the club I'm sitting on forgiato's
All this money on me I came from the bottom
Go ahead f**k it up
Forgiato when I'm pulling up
I put forgi's on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
F**king up a check f**king up a check
F**king up a check let's f**k up a check
F**king up a check f**king up a check
Let's f**k up a check f**king up a check
Everything new down to my shoes
From my belt to my shoes to my Christian loubs'
Hopped out the coupe too dog pouring up juice
Walking in the club pouring up bottles and I'm too cool
I came from the bottom you don't want these problems
I be getting money riding with my shottas
Riding with my shooters hanging with the goblins
Riding with a bad b**ch hopping out Bugattis
Pinkie ring plus my Cuban link cost a new Ferrari
Jag watch a ni**a flash snapped by paparazzi
Go ahead f**k it up
Forgiato when I'm pulling up
I put forgi's on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
F**king up a check f**king up a check
F**king up a check let's f**k up a check
F**king up a check f**king up a check
Let's f**k up a check f**king up a check
I just blew my csi money on a bad b**ch
Soulja blow that vh1 money dog you been rich
Came in a 2 seater how these hoes gon' fit
We don't love 'em we don't cuff 'em and you know that she a flip
Couple bad white b**ches and we got 'em off the blow
Now the molly kicking in you know these hoes is 'bout to go
Gotta weigh lil soulja up my ni**a those are from a four
We just f**k 'em let 'em go
Soulja we don't love these hoes
We at LD on a Monday young rich niggas in my section
It's a hundred g for my necklace
Young ni**a pull up hot but I'm flexing
Go ahead f**k it up
Forgiato when I'm pulling up
I put forgi's on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
F**king up a check f**king up a check
F**king up a check let's f**k up a check
F**king up a check f**king up a check
Let's f**k up a check f**king up a check