Check

Thug teams up with hit maker London on da Track to create a booming new single about all the money he’s racking up. Thug talks about how this song came about in his interview with Clique: “‘Cause at any given time I could learn something and I really want to express it right when I learn it, like, 'Oh wow, pull the beat up.’ I got a check, like, I just got a check: 650,000. I’m in the studio, she bring me the check. I’m like, ‘What the fuck.’ I’m like, ‘Got a check I got a check,’ and just made a song.”

[Intro: Young Thug & Skooly] I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it) You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (Stack it) I got three white bitches like it's powder day (White) Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy) She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (Uh-uh) And lately, I been on that D'usse, yee (We got London on the track) [Chorus] Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) [Post-Chorus] Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Money in my pants, I got money I call change 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane [Verse 1] If I need some racks, I'ma 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 whip that white, you can snow me Stoner Young Thugger I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger Yeah, she shinin' 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 him Yeah, they all wanna greet him They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh No, they won't tease on that dick, they won't read on that dick They won't leash on that dick, don't Felicia that dick Mamacita that dick, they gon' snitch on that dick And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick Mama a beast on that dick If she bad, I'ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch, mm [Chorus] I got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) [Post-Chorus] Money on my mind, I got money on my brain Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Money in my pants, I got money I call change Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks 20, 50, 100, 500 millions made Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! [Verse 2] 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 in Regals 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 Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter Yes, I got threats, I'm not worried 'bout that They know they can get whacked and I swear I done [Chorus] Got me a check, I got a check Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh) Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!) [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey! [Outro: Skooly] We got London on da Track!