Check Out - M Huncho

Fuck being rich, yo I need some wealth

All black attire and I’m doing stealth

They worry 'bout their money, yeah I need my health

And I’m out the country undefeated, I don’t have belt

Yeah, unless the belt is Gucci, Luis, Prada, Buscemi

Beating up a coochi till she tapped out and I’m semi

Creating phone calls asking if I’m ready

I just tell dem dat I’m ready, cause this life is never steady, yeah

I just bought another prezi, yeah

Got some burners and they heavy, yeah

Course I’m praying that I’m full of yeah

But I guess that’s just the envy, yeah

Got some weight on my position, yeah

Settle down, you must be tired, yeah

Settle down and I retire, yeah

Fuck this time, I still fly her, yeah

I’m getting higher, yeah

Fuck the rider, I’m a grinder, give me fivers

My brothers keeper, I hear no finder

I bought a new home, so marje ask the price, ahh

So I surprise her, got a call on my Lyca, yeah

Pull up anywhere, even at the crime scene, yeah

If I wan’t him then I’ll find him, yeah

I thought I left that behind me, yeah

No chicken piece, I got a side piece, yeah

I might guilty, bitch I might be

I like the watch there, ohh, I’mma buy three

There still no timer, bring my time peace

I’ve been slanging, banging, selling on the side street

I’m in the US, I got some blue faces

I ain’t from Crompton and now I’m laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)

Yeah, and now I’m laughing, yeah (Hahahahaha)

Maximum tints upon the car, so no looking when it’s parked

Might be fucking on your bra, and I do this same old