Check (feat. Travis Scott / Metro Boomin)

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air

Trigga, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air

Trigga, let's go

Stop. Pose. What's that?

Bend it over quick, throw your butt back

Tuned in for the mill, where the bucks at?

She see me spend a couple mill like fuck that

She wanna ride on it like a bus pass

Give me smart brain and a dumb pack

Go on poke out, thumb tack

Back that ass up I'mma front that

Knock it out the park. Let these other niggas bunt that

Turn the music up, where the club at?

Throw a couple stacks, where the 1's at?

Shout to all the women that know they got that come back

Girl, you got that I can see it from the front back

She said "Damn, they be hatin', where the love at?

I said "Damn that, you looking like you does that."

Hair up, damn, she done brought the fuckin' bun back

Niggas shady, damn, bring the sun back

Beat crazy, damn, bring the drums back

This yo' city, nigga. Damn, how I run that?

Forgot I was a singer, damn, bring the run back

Woo!

Aye, Check me out doe

I'mma keep it real with you

Aye Check me out doe

I'm just tryin' to chill with you

Aye Check me out doe

I'mma keep it real with you

Che-Check me out

Aye Check me out doe

I'm just tryin' to chill with you

Aye Check me out doe

I'mma keep it real with you

Che-check me out

You say you work hard, where you work at?

Girl I go hard, let me work that

Say you got drive, well reverse that

I'mma beat it up. I'ma, I'mma hurt that

Single momma, yeah yeah I support that

I don't judge baby, I ain't tryin to court that

I don't play baby, I ain't tryin to sport that

Talking 'bout its real when I know somebody bought that

My time money and you niggas can't afford that

Bad bitches in the studio where I record that

Right now and I'm finna pipe down

Once I'm done this verse shit

I'mma kill this pussy I'mma hearse it

I'mma fool with it, super cool with it

Why you snoozin', I got a booze in it

I took her panties and I put a pool in it

The flow stupid, its so stupid

Uh, check me out doe

I'm in that Ralph Lo

Red bottoms for the models, never Aldo

Catch me ridin', Maserati with the top low

And I get deep up in that pussy, then I outro

Bad bitch and the miles low

Oh, that's your main chick? That's my side ho

She a dime and she a dime so we don't know

When I compare 'em it's like a chevy, a tahoe

Yo trigga' where the hoes?

I'm in the Margielas, they like what are those?

I got them guys jealous cause I'm getting dough

She said she never seen a ghost 'til she was in my rolls

Lookey here, I'mma keep it real with you

Get it clear, I ain't tryin' to chill with you

Give her here so I can put the steel in ya

Now, shorty bust it open for a real nigga

This right here, this goes out

To all the motherfucking

Getting money bitches in the house

Don't stop let's work let's rock

Don't stop let's work let's rock

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air

Throw some motherfuckin' money in the air