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[Intro]
Eh Heavy, turn the beat up though

[Chorus: Young Moe]
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex

[Verse 1: Young Moe]
I'm tryna get me a comma
I gotta stay with my lama
See all my sticks, I'm Harry Potter
I put a hundred inside of a monster
I got a K, and it's itching to spray
My b*tch is mad, we can't kick it today
She say her grace, when I put di*k in her face
pus*y get wet as a lake
I don't be f*cking with n*ggas who fake
My b*tch just told me her peariad late
I'm in the gym, and I'm moving that weight
I got a chopper, it's singing like Drake
It be like Kiki
I'm getting cash, I'm selling gas, like I was BP
I need a change, got in the game, I done went knee deep
I go and get it when them n*ggas sleep
I keep that 40 on top of my lap, I don't feel safe when it's under the seat
I gotta bust it if anyone reach
We gon' be walking when nobody speak
I'd talk to Beethoven before the police
I f*ck with junkies and n*ggas you calling a geek
I gotta eat
[Chorus: Young Moe]
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Plenty money, I got [?] coming, I got fiftys, hundreds and them pretty [?]
f*ck a b*tch, and then delete her number
I've been really getting it in the summer
I'm really f*cking with packages, with my Africans, I'm smoking with savages
Out in L.A. with the Spanish b*tches
For the canabis, f*ck the police and the management
[?] and I dammage it
Young Moe [?]
Pretty b*tches and some real n*ggas, got some rich b*tches on they third [?]
I'm really getting it, whipping it, flipping it, weighing it, packing and sending it
I really did it, I'm winning, I finished sipping codeine like a gentalman
I'm really hustling, muscling and tussling
Give me a pack and I'm busting it
I see an opp and I'm touching him
Busting him, f*ck it, 'cause ain't no [?]
Codeine just to sleep, I'm a rich junky
Your b*tch wanna f*ck a king, I've been getting money
[Chorus: Young Moe]
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex
I wanna run up a check
She wanna throw me the box, I wanna get me some neck
b*tch, I'm a dawg, roof
You better come with a vet
He got the work, bet
b*tch, Imma die for my respect
Ain't got time for my ex