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​bbno$ & lentra – check up Lyrics

​bbno$ & lentra – check up Lyrics

Ayy
Skrrrrrr

Who got my wrist? (What? Brrr)
Fufu on my body, get the gist (What?)
Thanos jewels shinin’ to my fist (Bling blaow, Yeah)
So hot and you didn’t even make the list (Ssshhh)
You sleepin’ on this baby, big ol’ hits
Big ol’ hits (Skrrt), where you get that money?
Yeah, big cheques, big tabs, situation messed
It was four weeks ago when I had my money straight
Yeah, I’m countin’ all these dollars, buildin’ muscle, stackin’ pape, baby

How you get so cold? You need a check up
Like why the hell I’m broke? I need a check up
This baby sick with flows? You need a check up
That goofy girl made me fold, I need a check up
Check up, check up, check up, check up
Check up, check up, check up while I’m stacking all this paper

(Brdd, Brdd, Brdd… Hello?)
Is this baby? Heard you want a lady (Uh-oh)
You’re on my mind like crazy (Skrrt)
Your flows be so amazing
Oh, baby, baby, baby
Whuuhwhuwuu-wait, what?

Yes, my name is baby, yes, I like the money
Bro, I’m sorry ’bout your girlfriend, you should know she’s crazy (Yeah)
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, the head go off to daisy
Yeah, nudies in the mail, and the letters, it don’t faze me
Got a hundred K for fourteen shows in China, ain’t it brazy?
Got an album out in February, yeah, this shit is wavy
And I’m sorry I took your money, that’s your problem, I’m a baby
Skrt, skrt, check up, check up, check up, check up, yuh

How you get so cold? You need a check up
Like why the hell I’m broke? I need a check up
This baby sick with flows? You need a check up
That goofy girl made me fold, I need a check up
Check up, check up, check up, check up
Check up, check up, check up while I’m stacking all this paper
Check up, check up, check up
Check up, check up, check up while I’m stacking all this paper
While I’m stacking all this paper (Skrr)
(Ayy, man, the, the fuck you mean-?)

Ay, yeah, that’s me, now watch me check up
Sorry ’bout your girl, bro, I might have caused that breakup
Got my banker on speed dial, I got my racks up
Know your girl’s trash (Bluh, bleugh)
First I made my baby steps, but now I’m slightly grown up (Yeh)
Why your thirty minute set be lookin’ like its stand up?
Fifteen years and two kids, that mommy got the hook up (Facts)
Fingers gettin’ mighty tired ’cause I had to check up
Baby, will you ever fuckin’ let up?

Get that money, get that green, get that peso
Get that money, get that green, get that peso
Yeah, bbno$, yeah

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