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peewee longway & money man – bout a check lyrics

[intro]
ayy, where you get that beat from? mooktoven

[chorus: money man]
got some racks, had to use an unboxer
i just swiped for two racks for these joggers
i sat down in the trap with a monster
money online for clothes in my closet
if it ain’t ’bout a check, i ain’t concerned
way too player to lay up with a model
if it ain’t ’bout a bag, i ain’t concerned
i got cartier right on my goggles
out of town, said they’re comin’ tomorrow
i just spent me a dub in the mall
i got flags and i’m havin’ them all
and i’m growin’ like four in the mall
i know swipers who get me half-off
better call ‘fore you come to the spot
i’ma get it no matter the cost
i can easily get you knocked off

[verse 1: money man]
i got love, death a beauty for no one
i got commas on commas on commas
i got swipers who bring electronics
so many blues in my pocket
had to retire my wallet
i do not entertain gossip
have my young n-ggas pull up with choppers
got the fn while walking through harlem
weighing bags in the condo, they modern
did this sh-t on my own with no sponsor
i just sold a few fans at a concert
got the four-five, it’s tucked in my boxers
got no seal, don’t get tucked in them boxes
had to cleanse, i got rid of them toxins
all these fans, we got so many options
all these bands and you know i’m offer
i be trapping until i’m exhausted
in the ‘vette, you can hear the exhaust
i got clientele begging to shop with me
i’ma make sure my n-ggas on top with me
i got lil’ mama ridin’ on top of me
for the bullsh-t, got really low tolerance
lit the loud and they brought the noise ordinance
vpn, they can’t find my coordinates

[verse 2: peewee longway]
i know swipers that swipe for the dior
i run mpa label like lyor
i got a redbone, treat her like ka’oir
in the double-r, skrrt like a racecar
you could pull up, get runtz in the cookie jar
we be waving that chop like a tomahawk
i could cook up the dope with a kitchen fork
i know growers that grow that don’t see the drought
we go door, door-to-door with the box
with that glock, hit a jehovah knock
mike amiri with the b on the sock
go baguetty the hublot with rocks
with the mop, it go down like joc
for the money, they pop at your top
get a brick and we hoop, i just chop it
i’m with money, the plug, the socket
i be shipping and handling boxes
in that gt, it sound like a rocket
pop a pill and she rub on her body
she exotic, she feelin’ the molly
new ferrari, don’t do the lil’ masi’
it’s the empire double with ghazi
i got diamonds on me, they gon’ blind you
if it’s less than a mil’, i ain’t signing
longway, b-tch

[outro: peewee longway]
let’s get it in

- peewee longway money man lyrics

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