HOOK 1
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck up a bag)
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck up a bag)
HOOLIE GU - VERSE 1
I got this bitch she know she bad
She wanna fuck me and I know it
Cause I fucked 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 fuck up a check
Prolly go and get a whip
Glow or x6
See me speeding down the strip
Smoking weed with the grip
N***as to legit to quit
Bombay got me falling to sleep on the rip
She wake me up sucking my dick
Get my nut and then I dip
She hit me like you slick
You ain't fucking up a check
N***a you ain't doing shit
You see me and you sick
Stick riding is a crime
Last n***a got hit
Don't let you be the fifth
Pulling up emptying clips
To any n***a talking shit
I put that on the set
And you n***as know what I rep
For now let's fuck up a bag
Let's fuck up a check
HOOK 2
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck up a bag)
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck 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***as 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 shits looking good
How they fit on me
Fuck a bitch 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 bitch a bird to me
Pop out fast and then I skurt off
I'm making bitches take they shirts off
Im making bitches take they skirts off
I'm making bitches pop they girls off
One nighters be all nighters
Straight gang no outsiders
No lames no dick riders
We stay away from a stick rider
HOOK 3
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck up a bag)
Let’s go and fuck up a check. Let’s go and fuck up a check (fuck up a check)
Let’s go and fuck up some racks . Let’s go and fuck up some racks (fuck up some racks)
Let’s go and fuck up some cash. Let’s go and fuck up some cash (fuck up some cash)
Let’s go and fuck up a bag. Let’s go and fuck up a bag (fuck up a bag)
HOOLIE GU - VERSE 3
Let's go and fuck up some cash
Let's go and fuck up a bag
I live everyday like my last
You try to keep up
You gone fuck up ya stash
I smoke out the zip
I ain't passing
This bitch 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 fuck 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 fuck up a check
1400 when I step
1400 when I sit
1400 on my back
Motherfucka 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
