Chase a Check - London Jae, Big36oz

Fuck around, spend 458

Got a big bag on me, call me Santa

Wearing all white like Alaska

Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah

Pull out that K, and he better know

I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes

I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life

So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes

Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy

They wanna have your babys

I look at your bitch like she crazy

You better go chase you a cheque

Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque

You want you some real respect

I found out the recipe, I got the specialty

Bitches love me

Step on that dope with my own feet

Chop a brick, that’s

Went to Paroo for the summer

Back in Atlanta with the drama

We gon send packs through the mail like this shit leget

You lil niggas need to quit

I hang around nothing but big bodies

with the gwop

Your baby mama love my Rari

I had to kick that bitch up out it

I’m still with the shit, don’t you doubt me

I reup and fuck all the prices

I’m sippin on syrup, I might hit the kurb

Your bitch wanna swallo, I know she wanna gargle

I stick my dick in, she gon scream with no problems

I’m trappin so hard, Imma need me an Oscar

Eatin all these bitches like some fish from Red Lobster

I got a big bag like I’m Santa Claus nigga

Don’t make me play laser tag with you lil nigga

You know this chopper, it spray at niggas

It hit you, you flipper

I pray for your mama, she gon miss you, nigga

Fuck around, spend 458

Got a big bag on me, call me Santa

Wearing all white like Alaska

Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah

Pull out that K, and he better know

I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes

I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life

So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes

Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy

They wanna have your babys

I look at your bitch like she crazy

You better go chase you a cheque

Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque

You want you some real respect

650 drop with your bitch, nigga

She know a rich nigga, I be all around the city

6 figures, wearin Ballmains

I’m the shit, nigga

No cap, Imma hit her with the dick, nigga

Tell my mama I made it

She made a 1

Now they all on my dick like I don’t remember

Country boy get dope in the middle

4 lines in the middle got me geekin

Pop a Perk and leave her leakin

Pain killers Imma keep sneakin and peakin

Drippin and leakin

On the label, got the juice now

Top 42, red Coope now

Talkin walk, Jacket

Sittin in the drop

Take your bitch when I’m out

Keep that chopper when I’m out

Went from nothing to a million

Came from nothing now I’m winnin

Imma make all you niggas feel it

Imma stack that paper to the ceeling

Coope with no engen, I’m still in the kitchen

Still on the mission, gotta get up out it

Poppin like a Molly

Fuck around, spend 458

Got a big bag on me, call me Santa

Wearing all white like Alaska

Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah

Pull out that K, and he better know

I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes

I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life

So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes

Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy

They wanna have your babys

I look at your bitch like she crazy

You better go chase you a cheque

Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque

You want you some real respect