f*ck That Check Up lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Lil' fish, yeah
If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe
We ain't gon' save you either
Hahahah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bad lil thottie, she got bodies
I'm on perkies, she on molly
Sippin' on dirty, smokin' on Cali
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
I'm 'bout to pull out that V12
I'ma sh*t on these n*ggas like Ezal
Let her ride on that di*k with no seatbelt
With the money, I know she don't mean well
n*ggas running their mouth like they females
When you winning, they only wan' see you fail
When you winning, they only wan' see you lose
n*ggas is stealing, I can't let 'em see my moves
Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!)
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
White boys say I'm genius, white girls say I'm gnarly
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney's
Ever put a pop b*tch on the block list, I don't pop sh*t
Cause I got sh*t, in the drop six
With a thot b*tch, whole squad lit
Heard your new sh*t, that is not it
Whole gang with me on some mob sh*t
He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense
Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
We gettin' rich and these n*ggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I f*cked that b*tch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (young n*gga, young n*gga)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Ha, yeah
Back in this b*tch and we litty again
I'm 'bout to land in the city again
She with the gang, he tripping again
He like, "You out with that n*gga again?"
She gettin' c*cky like, "Yeah I'm with him"
Five bands, Gucci coat, rock it once
I'll never wear it again, no
[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
(Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed
Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac
Damn, thought I wasn't, f*ck you then hit your cousin
All hunnits, don't want no twenty
Stop hatin', f*ck n*gga get money
f*ck your b*tch, hit it once
Ain't my type, give her back, uh
My Rarri, no keys like vroom
My car don't got room
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Yeah, my engine in the back
Little n*gga we don't talk about nothing
If that sh*t not 'bout the racks
Don't call my phone, don't leave no message
But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
Better hit 911
Up all night, don't rest much
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Young n*gga f*ck that check up
Young n*gga f*ck that check up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these n*ggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I f*cked that b*tch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (young n*gga, young n*gga)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Uh, my old b*tch, yo' new b*tch
She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it
n*gga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
He ain't wan' do sh*t
I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin'
We just came to shoot sh*t
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)
I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up)
n*ggas be tweetin' (n*ggas be tweetin')
They gettin' smacked
b*tches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap
She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped
Ever f*ck a bad b*tch in the bando, air mattress
Going HAM-o, poppin' cash sh*t, Bape camo with the masses
Dirty young bull living lavish
Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris
20 grand up when the tab hit
You can tell we ain't never had sh*t, no way

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
We gettin' rich, and these n*ggas sick
They need a check up (they need a check up)
I'm so lit
I f*cked that b*tch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (young n*gga, young n*gga)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Light my wrist and my neck up (woah, woah)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up)
Young n*gga, f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck that check up)
f*ck that check up (f*ck it up, f*ck it up)