Fuck That Check Up

[Intro Meek Mill] Em Lil' fish, yeah G If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe Em We ain't gon' save you either G Hahahah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Em G Bad lil thottie, she got bodies Em C I'm on perkies, she on molly Em G Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali Em C Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis Em I'm 'bout to pull out that V12 G I'ma shit on these niggas like Ezel3 Em Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt G With the money, I know she don't mean well Em Niggas running their mouth like they females G When you winning, they only wan' see you fail Em When you winning, they only wan' see you lose C Niggas steal and I can't let 'em see my moves Em G Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!) Em Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock) G Now we sell out arenas (lit!) Em G White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly Em G Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's Em Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit Em Cause I got shit, in the drop six Em With a thot bitch, whole squad lit Em Heard your new shit, that is not it G Whole gang with me on some mob shit Em He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense G Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way [Chorus Meek Mill] Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G We gettin' rich and these niggas sick Em C They need a check up (they need a check up) Em I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) G Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) C Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Em Ha, yeah G Back in this bitch and we litty again Em I'm 'bout to land in the city again G She with the gang, he tripping again Em He like, "You out with that nigga again?" G She gettin' cocky like, "Yeah I'm with him" Em Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s G I'll never wear it again, no [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Em (Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed G Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac Em G Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you then hit your cousin Em All hunnits, don't want no twenty G Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money Em Fuck your bitch, hit it once G Ain't my type, give her back, uh Em My Rarri, no keys like vroom Em My car don't got room Em Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front Em Yeah, my engine in the back Em Little nigga we don't talk about nothing G If that shit not 'bout the racks Em Don't call my phone, don't leave no message Em But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency G Better hit 911 Em Up all night, don't rest much G Spent two hunnid put the rest up Em Young nigga fuck that check up G Young nigga fuck that check up [Chorus Meek Mill] Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G We gettin' rich and these niggas sick Em C They need a check up (they need a check up) Em I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) G Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) C Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) [Verse 4: Meek Mill] Em Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch G She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it Em Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him G He ain't wan' do shit Em I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin' G We just came to shoot shit Em Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up) G I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up) Em Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin') G They gettin' smacked Em Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap Em G She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped Em G Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress Em G Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, Bape camo with the masses Em Dirty young bull living lavish G Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris Em 20 grand up when the tab hit G You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way [Chorus Meek Mill] Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em G We gettin' rich and these niggas sick Em C They need a check up (they need a check up) Em I'm so lit I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) Em Fuck that check up (fuck it up) G Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) G Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) Em Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) C Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)