HOOK 1
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
HOOLIE GU - VERSE 1
I got this b*tch she know she bad
She wanna f*ck me and I know it
Cause I f*cked her friend before her
And her friend said she was on me
I ain't mixxy I ain't phony
Only kick it with the homies
I came up now I got money
I'm so quick to blow a hunnit
I love to f*ck up a check
Prolly go and get a whip
Glow or x6
See me speeding down the strip
Smoking weed with the grip
n*ggas to legit to quit
Bombay got me falling to sleep on the rip
She wake me up sucking my di*k
Get my nut and then I dip
She hit me like you slick
You ain't f*cking up a check
n*gga you ain't doing sh*t
You see me and you sick
Stick riding is a crime
Last n*gga got hit
Don't let you be the fifth
Pulling up emptying clips
To any n*gga talking sh*t
I put that on the set
And you n*ggas know what I rep
For now let's f*ck up a bag
Let's f*ck up a check
HOOK 2
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
718 SPANK - VERSE 2
Today was a good day
I just made a quick pack
Won't say how I got it
We not with the chit chat
We don't gotta go get that
Know that somebody got it
My n*ggas they with that
So you better get back
Or get hit with the rocket
They riding like 6 flags
And they hop in the 6 fast
Couple racks in my pocket
Fell back on that bathing ape
Narcos in front of united K
You know them balmains is over a K
Man them sh*ts looking good
How they fit on me
f*ck a b*tch boy I’m here for the currency
Don't know you
But I know that you heard of me
Don't see you
But I know that you noticed me
That's your shorty
That girl don't say no to me
That b*tch a bird to me
Pop out fast and then I skurt off
I'm making b*tches take they shirts off
Im making b*tches take they skirts off
I'm making b*tches pop they girls off
One nighters be all nighters
Straight gang no outsiders
No lames no di*k riders
We stay away from a stick rider
HOOK 3
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
Let’s go and f*ck up a check. Let’s go and f*ck up a check (f*ck up a check)
Let’s go and f*ck up some racks . Let’s go and f*ck up some racks (f*ck up some racks)
Let’s go and f*ck up some cash. Let’s go and f*ck up some cash (f*ck up some cash)
Let’s go and f*ck up a bag. Let’s go and f*ck up a bag (f*ck up a bag)
HOOLIE GU - VERSE 3
Let's go and f*ck up some cash
Let's go and f*ck up a bag
I live everyday like my last
You try to keep up
You gone f*ck up ya stash
I smoke out the zip
I ain't passing
This b*tch that I'm with
She ain't average
You can tell by her shoes and her bag
The way that she dress
That she got them racks
I came up I'm not looking back
I'm getting that sack
From the quarterback
Hit my jack up if you want a pack
But you gotta link up
You want more than that
I'm bout to f*ck up a bag
I'm bout to smoke out the pound
I'm bout to go hit a town
You know I'm from Brooklyn
So we burn it down
Now let's go and f*ck up a check
1400 when I step
1400 when I sit
1400 on my back
Motherf*cka add it up yea
I ain't even add the belt yea
Couple hunnit on the shirt damn
But I got more than how I look
How Cause I just made it off the trap
Dab