Check (Explicit)
Young Thug"Check (Explicit)" is a song by Young Thug, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:23 long and contains 64 lines and 607 words.
Lyrics
0:00I can see that b******t from a mile away
0:02You can stack my money about a mile away
0:04I got three white b**ches like it's powder day
0:06Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
0:08And all my b**ches sexy call them Barbies
0:11She lookin' back like I'm flexin' baby no way
0:13And lately I been on that D'usse yee
0:17Got me a check I got a check
0:20Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
0:24Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
0:29Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah
0:34Money on my mind I got money on my brain
0:38Money in my pants I got money I call change
0:4320 50 100 500 millions made
0:47Big hunna Thugga screamin' bring back Gucci Mane hey
0:52If I need some racks I'mma flip me some packs
0:54I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
0:56If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack
0:58Or I put that brack in my brack
1:01Call little shawty made her f**k on my brodie
1:03If you don't owe me b**ch still act like you owe me
1:05I promise I won't ever quit b**ch I'm Kobe
1:07And I wear that white you can snow me
1:10Stoner Young Thugger
1:11I whip it that b**ch yeah she know me Young Thugger
1:14Yeah she shinin' like butter
1:15The b**ch from Chicago I call her young Cutler
1:18Leave it to Beaver
1:19I pull up in Bentleys with London they all want to meet him
1:22Yeah they all wanna greet him
1:24They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him uh
1:26No they won't tease on that dick
1:28They won't read on that dick they won't leash on that dick
1:30Don't Felicia that dick Mamacita that dick
1:32They gon' snitch on that dick
1:33And she screamin' loud she can't secret that dick
1:36Mama a beast on that dick
1:38If she bad I'm gon' and Four Season that b**ch
1:41Eat that lil b**ch I'mma feast that lil b**ch mm
1:43Got me a check I got a check
1:46Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
1:51Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
1:55Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah
2:01Money on my mind I got money on my brain
2:05Money in my pants I got money I call change
2:0920 50 100 500 millions made
2:14Big hunna Thugga screamin' bring back Gucci Mane hey
2:20B**ch I'm a Migo I play with kilo
2:24When I put ice on I am Sub-Zero
2:29All of my niggas they hard call 'em beetles
2:33Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and reagles
2:36Droppin' the top on the Bentley I'm with the Birdman yeah the eagle
2:41Geeked out my mind man I'm tripping out I don't know none of these people
2:45Hey my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter
2:49Yes I got threats I'm not worried about that
2:50They know they can get wet and I swear I done
2:52Got me a check I got a check
2:56Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
3:00Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh
3:04Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah
3:10Young like baby baby baby I need racks
3:14Baby baby baby baby baby I need racks
3:18Baby baby baby baby baby I want racks
3:23Baby baby baby baby baby I need racks hey
I can see that b******t from a mile away You can stack my money about a mile away I got three white b**ches like it's powder day Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei And all my b**ches sexy call them Barbies She lookin' back like I'm flexin' baby no way And lately I been on that D'usse yee Got me a check I got a check Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah Money on my mind I got money on my brain Money in my pants I got money I call change 20 50 100 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga screamin' bring back Gucci Mane hey If I need some racks I'mma flip me some packs I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack Or I put that brack in my brack Call little shawty made her f**k on my brodie If you don't owe me b**ch still act like you owe me I promise I won't ever quit b**ch I'm Kobe And I wear that white you can snow me Stoner Young Thugger I whip it that b**ch yeah she know me Young Thugger Yeah she shinin' like butter The b**ch from Chicago I call her young Cutler Leave it to Beaver I pull up in Bentleys with London they all want to meet him Yeah they all wanna greet him They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him uh No they won't tease on that dick They won't read on that dick they won't leash on that dick Don't Felicia that dick Mamacita that dick They gon' snitch on that dick And she screamin' loud she can't secret that dick Mama a beast on that dick If she bad I'm gon' and Four Season that b**ch Eat that lil b**ch I'mma feast that lil b**ch mm Got me a check I got a check Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah Money on my mind I got money on my brain Money in my pants I got money I call change 20 50 100 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga screamin' bring back Gucci Mane hey B**ch I'm a Migo I play with kilo When I put ice on I am Sub-Zero All of my niggas they hard call 'em beetles Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and reagles Droppin' the top on the Bentley I'm with the Birdman yeah the eagle Geeked out my mind man I'm tripping out I don't know none of these people Hey my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter Yes I got threats I'm not worried about that They know they can get wet and I swear I done Got me a check I got a check Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check I got a check sheesh Yeah I done got me a check oh got a check yeah yeah-yeah Young like baby baby baby I need racks Baby baby baby baby baby I need racks Baby baby baby baby baby I want racks Baby baby baby baby baby I need racks hey
Translation
Select a language to see the translated lyrics.