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hustle gang - check lyrics

[verse 1: t.i.]
clean money, talking limousine money
got a n-gg- hand hurting when he counting
get a new machine for me (we bout that motherf-cking)
dirty cash, want a break it, thirty cash
in a new mercedes benz burning gas (we bout that motherf-cking)
in god we trust, if you about that, you aight with us
i only got a gat, won’t fight, won’t run, i’ma put it in your life (we bout that motherf-cking)
big bank roll, rubber band trap money
that’s what i had way before the rap money
now i got it and he don’t n-gg- want to act funny
listen homie (we bout that motherf-cking check)
even still i’ma die for my respect
you cross that line, let it fly about that
anybody know me, know that i ain’t lying about that
matter fact (we bout that motherf-cking)
currency and revenue, all a n-gg- ever do is get it then spend it then get it, get it
whether misdemeanor or regional
to felony to federal
i got to heaven brah i’m telling you, telling you

[hook: t.i.]
we bout that motherf-cking check (run it, run it)
you better motherf-cking check
hustle gang in that motherf-cker chyea
we bout that motherf-cking check (turn it, turn it)
boy this how we motherf-cking do it
flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherf-cking check)

[verse 2: problem]
i ain’t talking nikes brah
my diamonds are enlightening brah
sh-t flashed, think lightning struck
get you tightened up (we bout that motherf-cking)
two dub, no screw driver
diamond lane, no crew liver
bought another watch, i’m two timing
both boos shining (we bout that motherf-cking)
like an employee but i’m bossing on these hoes
either i’m campaigning on revenue or out flossing on my foes
i do it for the n-gg-s that was out on slauson on the fours
then made a way to be able to be on rodeo shop, shopping when it’s closed
brah that’s boss talk, giuseppe’s what a boss walk in
this beef ain’t no talking, f-ck walking
action, run up on me see
green up like a top of a tree
peanuts no cashew, seeing if i have to
everyday to get to a check what

[hook]

[verse 3: young dro]
aye hold up, dro
tear the whole bed up
b-tch think i went to the crib (?)
atl mobbing, atl robbing
and when i hit a lick it be perfect just like a set up
my b-tch got a set
my daughter, she about to turn six got a set
half a million dollars in cash from serving the gas
that’ll show a n-gg- b-tch how to act
racks, all in your head like tylenol
pockets so big they thought i hit the powerball
tell your b-tch hoody-hoo like the owl call
we eating over here, south boy

[verse 4: trae tha truth]
chyea, and i ain’t finna play about it
any n-gg- try to f-ck with it, they better pray about it
all about my business, i recommend that you stay up out it
yea i’m on the way up out of it
eight zeroes, everything on reload
you can find me somewhere in the ghetto with a kilo
(?)
cause all i pay is c notes
there ain’t sh-t i won’t stash
got to get cash, on a mission until i’m out of gas
hundred on the dash, i’ma put a hater on his -ss
treat him like a new beat, i’ma put him on blast

[hook]

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