Cuban Link - Young Thug

I can see that bullshit from a mile away

You can stack my money about a mile away

I got three white bitches like it’s powder day

Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei

And all my bitches sexy, call them Barbies

She lookin' back like I’m flexin', baby no way

And lately I’ve been on that D’usse

I got me a check, I got a check

Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check

Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check

Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain

Money in my pants, I got money, I call change

20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made

Big hundred dollar, screamin' free Gucci Mane

If I need some racks I’mma flip me some packs

I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin' back

If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack

Or I put that brack in my brack

Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie

If you don’t owe me bitch still act like you owe me

I promise I won’t ever quit bitch, I’m Kobe

And I wear that white, you can snow me

Stoner Young Thugger

I whip it that bitch yeah she know me Young Thugger

Yeah, she stuntin' like butter

The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler

Leave it to Beaver

I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet 'em

Yeah, they all wanna greet 'em

They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat 'em

No they won’t tease on that dick

They won’t read on that dick, they won’t leash on that dick

No Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick

They gone snitch on that dick

And she screamin' loud, she can’t secret that dick

Mama a beast on that dick

If she bad, I’m gonna Four Season that bitch

Eat that lil bitch, I’mma feast that lil bitch

I got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain

Money in my pants, I got money, I call change

20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made

Big hundred dollar, screamin' free Gucci Mane

Bitch I’m a Migo, I play with kilo

When I put ice on, I am sub zero

All of my niggas, they hard, call 'em beetles

Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and reagles

Droppin' the top on the Bentley, I’m with the Birdman, yeah the eagle

Geeked out my mind, man I’m tripping out

I don’t know none of these people

Hey my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter

Yes, I got drugs, I’m not worried about that

They know they can get wet and I swear

I got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check

Money on my mind, I got money on my brain

Money in my pants, I got money, I call change

20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made

Big hundred dollar, screamin' free Gucci Mane