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I could fit your whole phone number in my check, i could fit your whole phone number in my check Check, cause all of the doors is suicidal
Got my back against the wall hit me with the rotation, all of them doubted me when they said no
i think my lambo might be depressed
All we wanna do is ball, i got commas on my check
money make me happy
I m on a wave, she said is it weed and alcohol and i m like check Bellinger, somebody broke but it isn t me
She must have heard about my check, she said is it weed and alcohol and i m like check
you won t ever ever hear me say we ran out
i think i need an apology
All of them doubted me when they said no, i could build another majic city with my check, now i m pulling up to the house inside the gate
all the counters be killing me
I look like a island, commas on my check
I think my lambo might be depressed, i could build another majic city with my check, the way i ve been putting in work i knew it would happen eventually
You can t fuck with the boy niggas tired of me, cause all of the doors is suicidal, she just might just call me usher
She said is it weed and alcohol and i m like check, you won t ever ever hear me say we ran out
commas on my check
i think i need an apology
I can t explain what s inside of me, the way that my section is glistening
I put on my niggas from the city with my check, you don t know what it did to me Check, i look like a island
I get money in my sleep, she want the title i m with the title