Fuck That Check Up Lyrics - Meek Mill

Lil' fish, yeah 

If you can't swim, you gon' drown, hoe 

We ain't gon' save you either 

Hahahah 

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 shit on these niggas like Ezel 

Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt 

With the money, I know she don't mean well 

Niggas running their mouth like they females 

When you winning, they only wan' see you fail 

When you winning, they only wan' see you lose 

Niggas steal and 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 bitch on the block list, I don't pop shit 

Cause I got shit, in the drop six 

With a thot bitch, whole squad lit 

Heard your new shit, that is not it 

Whole gang with me on some mob shit 

He ain't talkin' money then its nonsense 

Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way 

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Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

We gettin' rich and these niggas sick 

They need a check up (they need a check up) 

I'm so lit 

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) 

Photos 

Ha, yeah 

Back in this bitch 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 nigga again?" 

She gettin' cocky like, "Yeah I'm with him" 

Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin' 1s 

I'll never wear it again, no 

(Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed 

Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac 

Damn, thought I wasn't, fuck you then hit your cousin 

All hunnits, don't want no twenty 

Stop hatin', fuck nigga get money 

Fuck your bitch, 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 nigga we don't talk about nothing 

If that shit 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 nigga fuck that check up 

Young nigga fuck that check up 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick 

They need a check up (they need a check up) 

I'm so lit 

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) 

Uh, my old bitch, yo' new bitch 

She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it 

Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him 

He ain't wan' do shit 

I don't care what he sayin', we ain't playin' 

We just came to shoot shit 

Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up) 

I'm gettin' back (run it up, run it up) 

Niggas be tweetin' (niggas be tweetin') 

They gettin' smacked 

Bitches be screenshottin', tell 'em to hit me on Snap 

She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin' clapped 

Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress 

Going HAM-o, poppin' cash shit, Bape camo with the masses 

Dirty young bull living lavish 

Gets yo' mans up, go to Paris 

20 grand up when the teller hit 

You can tell we ain't never had shit, no way 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

We gettin' rich, and these niggas sick 

They need a check up (they need a check up) 

I'm so lit 

I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up) 

Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck that check up) 

Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)