Buss Down A Check lyrics

[Verse 1]
Im having paper these n*ggas be hating
I be growin' them flavors
She dropping and motherf*cking shaking it
These n*ggas ain't worthy
These b*tches ain't worthy
I'm ballin I need me a motherf*ckin' jersey
You beefin' I'm burpin' she bent over twerkin'
I'm wakin' up early I'm weighing and workin'
These n*ggas be cappin
These n*ggas be actin'
I'm sitting back laughin' cause n*ggas comedians
I don't show no mercy to n*gga who caught me
Cause they think you weak when you too lenient
Dog met that AR I came with the Tesla
I'm beefin' and runnin' that money
Steady increasin' it
I gotta c*m she steady releasin' it
I ice out a arm but they think it's a crystal
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We trappin we movin'
We went to the top
We came from the sewer
b*tch

[Chorus]
I know they hurt inside
I know I hurt they pride
She wanna hop in the ride
Where I'm from you won't survive
Married money thats my bride
You scheming i can feel the vibe
Loaded choppers on the side
She want me I can feel the vibe
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
[Verse 2]
My chopper be tactical
My verses be factual
When we f*ck she said my di*k it feel magical
Came a long way I swear that sh*t was gradual
Just met the plug out in Cali and Malibu
VVS neck my chain is too valuable
Can't risk a mid my time is too valuable
Send them hoes after you
My seller powerful [?]
It turns out I don't do what these rappers do
b*tches all natural
Hand is so pretty I'm servin' the city
The killers be with me
I smoke like a hippie
She touch on my jimmie
This sh*t is a fully this sh*t not a semi
I roll up a bag with stuff that these n*ggas be huffin' and puffin'
But they won't say nothin'
They be swearin' hey finna rob me but they won't take nothin'
I'm finna slump em'
I hear she be fiendin'
My shoes be the cleanest, so I walk up and gucci expired
I used to sell on the curb, play with me you gettin' murked
I got a shooter that stay on the lurk
I'm trappin dat work in a Nissan, hoot at his face now he long gone
These n*ggas ain't on sh*t we on, pluggin' the streets I got long arms
[Chorus]
I know they hurt inside
I know I hurt they pride
She wanna hop in the ride
Where I'm from you won't survive
Married money thats my bride
You scheming i can feel the vibe
Loaded choppers on the side
She want me I can feel the vibe
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check for the green
Buss down a check with the team
Buss down a check for the green