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fbg dutchie - check me out lyrics

[intro]
huh? let’s get it
check me out, i look like, look like money (huh? huh?)
clout boyz, dutcho
check me out (huh?)
check me out (huh?)
check me out, look like money
(young, what up, brodie? let’s get it)
shawty on my heels ’cause she heard i be flexin’
all+gold jesus piece on me and my necklace
godd+mn, that’s a blessing (amen)
let’s get it
huh? huh? huh? (huh? huh? huh?)
[chorus]
check me out, what i look like? i look like money
all them dubs and them fifties and them motherf+ckin’ hundreds
i done broke my d+mn thumb, but n+gga still thumbin’
i been runnin’ through a check, but a n+gga still runnin’
check me out, what i look like? i look like money
all them dubs and them fifties and them motherf+ckin’ hundreds
i done broke my d+mn thumb, but a n+gga still thumbin’ (let’s get it, huh?)
i been runnin’ through a check, but a n+gga still runnin’, check me out (huh? huh? huh?)

[verse 1]
what i look like? i look like a bag
m+o+n+e+y (money), yeah, that motherf+ckin’ cash
f+ck n+ggas still hatin’, yeah, i know these n+ggas mad
when i pull up, where’s my pull+up? i be sh+ttin’ on their ass
i’m a walkin’ dufflebag and the talk is stash
n+gga, why the f+ck you talkin’ if your ass ain’t talkin’ cash?
fell in love with the money, i can’t never cuff no strag (let’s get it)
in that foreign doin’ the dash, skrrt, skrrt, zoom, yeah (yeah)
i jumped his gate and dropped twenty on my jag’ (twenty bands)
spent two on my wrist, i got two on the dash (skrrt)
i blew five hundred on some robins, then i threw ’em on my ass
ferragamo and some pradas, shawty, i’m a walkin’ bag

[chorus]
check me out, what i look like? i look like money
all them dubs and them fifties and them motherf+ckin’ hundreds
i done broke my d+mn thumb, but n+gga still thumbin’
i been runnin’ through a check, but a n+gga still runnin’
check me out, what i look like? i look like money
all them dubs and them fifties and them motherf+ckin’ hundreds
i done broke my d+mn thumb, but n+gga still thumbin’ (huh? verse two, dutcho, let’s get it)
i been runnin’ through a check, but a n+gga still runnin’, check me out (huh? huh? huh?)
[verse 2]
hold on, baby girl, don’t call my phone, b+tch, text me (text me)
i’m on the phone with money, i don’t care if you s+x me (i don’t)
i don’t f+ck with b+tches ‘less their ass tryna neck me (give me top)
’cause i look like a mill’, nah, for real, look at me (look at me)
finessin’, i’m checkin’, flexin’, i’m stuntin’ (stuntin’)
i feel like trell with the steel ’cause it’s nothin’ (trell, boss trell, bt)
i keep this sh+t a hundred, my bankroll full of hundreds (them hundreds)
n+ggas talkin’ money, but i still ain’t seen nothin’ (at all)
it’s missin’ in my vision, you ain’t got a pot to p+ss in
but you flexin’ like you gettin’ it for these b+tches, boy, you trippin’ (flex, flex, flex)
and my screw+ons gettin’ that frigid, so my jewelry game on blizzard (goofy)
and my designer exquisite, i’m a walkin’ meal ticket (let’s get it)

[outro]
let’s get it, i look like money, huh?
huh? huh? b+tch, i look like money, check me out
them fifties and them f+ckin’ hundreds
huh? huh? huh? huh? huh? check me out

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