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fat trel – check lyrics

[hook: young dolph]
she push it so good, that i bought that b-tch a car
i’m drinking on activis, so i never call
that b-tch is so good, i went in that p-ssy raw
everytime i make it, i send pationts ut to god
i’m all about a check, i’m all about a check
put them racks up on my chain, that’s where my strap at
i’m all about a check, i’m all about a check
i walk in the club, and make them b-tches turn up for a check

[verse 1: young dolph]
i came to the club, with a lot of gualla on me
all this ice, that’s a quarter million dollars on me
if that car don’t come off the showroom, then i don’t want it
smashed lil mama, then made her tat my name on it
welcome to the streets, where it ain’t no rules
i just put a hundred thousand in an old school
they say you get rich from sellin dope, then you a criminal
i say you get rich by sellin dope, then you a g*nius
i’m so lit, i just left mars, then went to venus
all my b-tches bad, man, you gotta see this
i’m trappin all week, and flexin all weekend
i put your b-tch on a ho, cause my new b-tch is biefen
i call the plug and say i need a whole hundred
he sent them to me asap, i call him rondo
i put her in designer heals, matching skirt
she gonna f-ck me, real good, and she gonna hold all the work

[verse 2: rick ross]
steppin through the backdoor in the club, can’t come in the front
paper tag on a new porsh every other month
had that coofy on my head when we roled the buss
fat trell with the uzi, all i had to say was bust
had that buic regal, then i went and got the bends
the vudu lady told me, next week, imma touch a pr-ck
rich n-gga, run my label like i’m j. prince
b-tch n-gga, you just a murder charge, state offence
in my hood, my trap be poppin up, like starbucks
g-5, i had them b-tches lookin starstruck
g waggan, b-tch, i might buy you that small truck
crack money, i just payed for 5 abortions
condo all white, i might call that the fortr-ss
i sspend 60 stacks just for the mortgage
for the main course, i ordered her that blowfish
a line of cocaine, and a duzzan roses

[verse 3: fat trell]
hustle everyday, that’s only my agenda
the type to take a brick and stuff it in the blender
stadem, the way i pull up, make them b-tches sweat
rolexes, just know i can’t forget t the stone sets
long sessions in the kitchen till my arm hurt
hundred akers, got them b-tches doing lawn work
hundred shy b-tches, i pull up, imma bomb first
then go shopping, get my b-tch a luie vuitton perse
40 thousand just to travel in this real life
activis, you know my ice is real light
take a flight and end up with stock, call that simple math
stop in memphis, talk to dolph, make that to a gram
had a meeting with the cracker, made my mama proud
that only made her hit the dealer, 7 figure crown
og is one who’s standing on his own feat
cause you the one to put his sick feat
[hook: young dolph]
she push it so good, that i bought that b-tch a car
i’m drinking on activis, so i never call
that b-tch is so good, i went in that p-ssy raw
everytime i make it, i send pationts ut to god
i’m all about a check, i’m all about a check
put them racks up on my chain, that’s where my strap at
i’m all about a check, i’m all about a check
i walk in the club, and make them b-tches turn up for a check

- fat trel lyrics

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