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Playboi Carti & Nicki Minaj

"They Go Off (Check Please)"

[Intro]
(What?)
What you say, say that again?
Why'd you block me, what's yo- what's up with you?
Say, what you mean what's up with me?
What's up with you?
Tell me exactly what you mean (what?)
What you block me for?
I ain't block you (b*tch, what?)
You lyin'
How I'm lying? (yeah)
Because I just called you and you had my number blocked and it went through but, then and I called you with my number-
Hold up, hold up, I can't hear you
Yo what's up with you? what's up with you? (what?)
Carti why you ignoring me? (in my motherf*cking-)
Answer my calls Carti
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Carti what the f*ck?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Carti)
(All of my haters go hard, all of my n*ggas go off)
(All of my haters go hard, all of my haters go hard)

[Pre-Hook]
Shawty go off for the team
3500 for these
Check please
I got your hoe on a leash
Down on her knees, ready to preach
She suck on my di*k like a leech
All of these b*tches they wanna f*ck Carti 'cause Carti he got a lil guap
f*ck that lil bih in my car
Diamonds they shine in the dark
I got the K and the sauce
50 round drum in that bih
I'm down with the Mob

[Hook]
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go hard
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my n*ggas go off

[Verse]
I put my soda in the mix
You took your shot and you missed
Shawty be clean like a dish
f*ckin' your b*tch then I ditch
Stick your lil b*tch in your dish
Lil ass hoe, lil ass hoe can't keep
Big bankroll, big bankroll in this bih
Big bankroll, big bankrolls yeah
Smash that hoe, better get your hoe
Let her go
Let her know, let her know
Let it off, let off, let it go
I think she nervous, she nervous, she nervous
I think she nervous, she nervous (uh, what?)

[Pre-Hook]
Shawty go off for the team
3500 for these
Check please
I got your hoe on a leash
Down on her knees, ready to preach
She suck on my di*k like a leech
All of these b*tches they wanna f*ck Carti 'cause Carti he got a lil guap
f*ck that lil bih in my car
Diamonds they shine in the dark
I got the K and the sauce
50 round drum in that bih
I'm down with the Mob

[Hook]
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go hard
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my hittas go hard
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my n*ggas go off
All of my n*ggas go off

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