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check drop - moneymarr lyrics

check drop lyrics
[intro]
i got 20 on my beat

[chorus]
designs on my cars and my clothes i’m gon’ fix it
the block getting hot think the narcs bout’ to hit it
i’m working too hard making my own decisions
got 400 bottles and 41 b*tches
stepping in dior the finest i’m dripping
i got ice on my ice got a young n*gga chilling
this wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
check drop

[verse]
mclaren and g*wagon think i want both of them
ap the cartier b*tch i want the both of them
b*tch ass opp n*gga i got control of him
no i ain’t f*cking with thot hoes you love them
i don’t start none of my problems but know how to fix it all
know we up next i can’t wait till’ we get to ball
treat pounds just like a bug and get it all
she see the rollie now she wants to risk it all
1942 sippin’
she try get some gold and then get a little tipsy
opp n*ggas cake, crispy
pour up alot smoke exotic my lungs getting misty
blue hundred benji’s nipsey
b*tch i walk around with the stick like i’m working for disney
streets get busy
spin the block dizzy
stick on my hip call me hippie
drink all that henny met smacked with the whiskey
d*ck in her guts i do that sh*t quickly
she keep calling my phone got me thinking she sick
when my n*ggas slide they do that sh*t swiftly
drac’ hit his stomach got him taylor swifting
bank account healthy ain’t sh*t that i’m missing
streets f*cked up n*ggas really be tripping
sent all them shot ain’t hit shot but them b*tches
stupid ass better off stuck in a mansion
how you aim at the opp but ou hit at the witness
it’s ok we gon slime through you block like lizards
summer league droping them shots like fisher
drink in my lap from atlanta official
round of applause graduated from pistols
first name bust down last name missle
chop get to rigging early dismissal
[chorus]
designs on my cars and my clothes i’m gon’ fix it
the block getting hot think the narcs bout’ to hit it
i’m working too hard making my own decisions
got 400 bottles and 41 b*tches
stepping in dior the finest i’m dripping
i got ice on my ice got a young n*gga chilling
this wrist holds 41 fortunes and millions
check drop

- moneymarr lyrics

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