Check lyrics - Lil Durk
Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my niggas to rest and you know who's next
10 toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See you can't finesse a finesser
See I don't be with nothing extra
See you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check
Roll up in an Audi, no lottery but we scratchin' shit
Six Tecs for the drop but usually we sippin' Actavis
Dope boy music, them niggas gon' want to trap to this
Macaroni my bag of homies so ain't no lackin' shit
30 for the Rolex cool, 20 for the cross too
Been there when nobody was there, it was dark too
Keep me protected from the streets, I got a cross too
And if you cross me then I cross you
Ran off on the plug twice and I know they searchin'
If I got to say that shit twice then you know I'm merchin'
His and hers Rollies get them shiny looking like the ocean
Get on top of me baby and get to surfin'
Like a surfboard
Sippin' on this lean got me paranoid
Gotta get this green so help me Lord
So why you with that hater shit?
Can't fuck with a basic bitch
I'ma tell 'em them lies
Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my niggas to rest and you know who's next
10 toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See you can't finesse a finesser
See I don't be with nothing extra
See you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check
Money is the motto, these bitches don't wanna swallow it
Bitches want the fame, all they want me to do is follow them
She just gon' bring me drank 'cause she a pharmacist
Play my new single at the station 'cause I ain't callin' in
Niggas in the city wanna kill me, I ain't part of them
My niggas got 50 shot clips, they like barbers then
She can ride my 'Rari then 'cause she look like a Barbie bitch
If I catch her stealin' we all at her head like bobby pins
I'ma get this money 'til I d-i-e
Bring bottles to my session, to my VIP
I like my bitch's vest, let me see ID
Gettin' all this money like Lord why me
Gang in this bitch
100 dollar bills changed in this bitch
Got the Rollies and the chains in this bitch
We gon' shoot us somethin' strange in this bitch
'Cause I count me up a check
Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my niggas to rest and you know who's next
10 toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See you can't finesse a finesser
See I don't be with nothing extra
See you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check
LilDurk2x lyrics - Lil Durk
It's two of me
It's two of me
I'm just doing me
I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
You and me
I can't do shit for free bitch
I'm doing me
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah
Two Glocks, two bitches tugging on my Johnson
I'm like 2Pac, I'm in the A with thugga thugga
Free Guwop, I share my last to with my brothers
Bring two pops, my DJ on the E-Way and he smokin' (moon rock)
My shooters don't hesitate, I told all my niggas we elevate
Get money, fuck bitches, it's better days
Pull up in a coupe, back from 88
We grew up some screw ups, never get money and stay the same
Hate is real, so if you're a hater get time just stay away
I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade
I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade
I fuck and your tore off the lean and purp, put in my surp
Bitches be getting it tricking with me you try to rob
I'm 'a put you on a shirt
I'm just doing me
I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
You and me
I can't do shit for free bitch
I'm doing me
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
Two cups, I don't give two fucks
I'm flexing too much, hundred thou in two months
Nigga shoot some, you better do some
And if I call for that ish you just know two coming
Pop a wheelie on a bad bitch, two hoes fucking from Miami
Need two bricks to feed the family
Need that kit to feed the family
Got two choppas for the family
Got some hoes from Alabama
I don't love these hoes, I know it's too random
Bitches be fucking from money, need a check
And I rob nigga for that check
Nigga don't get no respect
Bitches be on me, they fucking who next
Bitches too thirsty, they can't get a check
And I got twenty two thou on my neck
I'm just doing me
I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
You and me
I can't do shit for free bitch
I'm doing me
I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah
Hated On Me lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Future)
[Lil Durk:]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Ride the fuckin' wave (808 Mafia)
I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
I done put some niggas on their feet around the way
I done put some millions in the trap around the way
I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
[Future:]
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
I run the check through machines now
I ride around with machine guns
I put a check on a ching chong
Hold up, little nigga, I'm King Kong
I go to sleep with the hammer
Fuck watchin' the TV, I'm watchin' the camera
I'm paranoid, higher than a hawk
You broke and it ain't my fault
I need it all, I told ya dog, I been 'round the atlas
I'm gutter forever, I fuck on a thot, then go fuck an actress
Let me find out you been lyin' about all of the shit that you say in your raps
I put the hood on the map
I put the hood on the map
My young nigga just caught a double
They tryna give him the chair
They tryna give him the chair
[Lil Durk:]
I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
I done put some niggas on their feet around the way
I done put some millions in the trap around the way
I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
[Future:]
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
[Lil Durk:]
Block nigga
War time, keep a Glock with him
Future Biggie, I'm Pac, nigga
Drop a bar in the pop, nigga
Appeal money, free ahk, nigga
I love designer, no rap, nigga
Diamonds water like tap, nigga (Water)
Feds listen, they tap, nigga (What?)
No green, just Act', nigga (Drank)
Never got shot, but I put that pole to work
Chopper got a kickback and I hope it's sure to work (Boom, boom)
Young killers fifteen and you know I mold 'em first
Free 22, 38, the state had told 'em first
Spot 'em, got 'em, yeah, yeah
I'm a problem, yeah, yeah
It's my city, hell yeah
And my killers ain't playin' here
I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
I done put some niggas on their feet around the way
I done put some millions in the trap around the way
I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
[Future:]
I want it all, I want it all
For me and my dogs, so we can ball
You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
Pour up the lean, they hated on me
So What lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Young Thug)
[Lil Durk:]
Real drank, 940 ay
Politickin' with these diamonds on me
I should've been a politician nigga
Fifty racks when I pull up
The city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch so what?
Your car rented? Bitch so what?
I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
Fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters is itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?
[Young Thug:]
So what?
Got a thirty-round clip and that bitch like twenty ounces like a cup
Try your luck, yeah baby good luck
And if I got me a strap your ass get stuck, up
Green machine, green machine
I won't drink nothing but clean
Fuck you from the back, spleen
I fuck that pussy 'til it bleeds
Diamonds like a Robin jeans
I know they wanna rob me
I know they wanna shout with me
They know it's no stoppin' me
Cutly with a big tee top and some Reeboks on me
I drunk all the mud mud up, I need detox only, hey
I don't wanna do none' but butt, so I don't need a deep cock on me
These fuck niggas like paint, they just flip flop on me
[Lil Durk:]
50 racks when I pull up
The city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch so what?
Your car rented? Bitch so what?
I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
Fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters is itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?
All my diamonds dancin', water, yeah
Big-ass truck like Forgis, yeah
I'm the shit like toilets, yeah
Trap house, no quarter, yeah
Chump change on mortgage yeah
Your main boo so corny yeah
MAC, Rugers, and choppers, yeah
Guarantee that forty here
So what?
Might fuck her once and I nut
So what?
I'm sticking my thumb in her butt
So what?
Spent 50K on these cuts
So what?
We got a city to flood
More money, more lean, more guns, more bitches, more jewels
More cars, more niggas, more swag, more traps, more tools
More cryin', more snitchin', niggas givin' police more clues
And I ain't fuckin' with him
Nigga free Zoo
Let's get it
50 racks when I pull up
The city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch so what?
Your car rented? Bitch so what?
I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
Fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters is itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?
She Just Wanna lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
Chopsquad
Count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
She just wanna count up with a boss
She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now)
She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money
[Lil Durk:]
I do not fuck with no basic hoes
Talk about bands, I play with those
I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
Lil Durk is not chasin' hoes
Bougie bitches my favorite hoes
Louis up for my staple hoes
All dick for unable hoes
Sippin' lean with my maple hoes
Moncler for the winter
Balmain for the dinner
I need twelve how I spend it
Now you mad, Vic Mensa
Ain't nobody perfect
Bring her home to my mama now
Ain't nobody worth it
I am who they worship
You ain't better than my worst shit
What you tell them?
And I like the way she work it
What you tell them?
Way that she twerkin'
Lil' mama, she good and she perfect
I gave you my number, so work it
Yeah, yeah
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (Rep it now)
She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money
[Lil Durk:]
I love my money too much
These bitches be on me too much
Just copped me a foreign in two months
They know Durk doin' too much
Summer time, roof up
Head like a tutor
Off the molly, bood up (Bood up)
Real nigga, fool none (Let's get it)
Basic is not an option
Even when I was not poppin'
Check the grammar, hot topic (Damn)
You reside here, thottie (Yeah)
She real, she trill
She don't get down, how she live
She been through jail and all
And shorty did not tell
Ooh, ay, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it
Ooh, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it
[Ty Dolla $ign:]
She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now)
She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money
Money Walk lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Yo Gotti)
[Lil Durk:]
Yeah
Approach me right, nigga
Gang, L
Pour the drank
I'm just sippin' good while they're rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off
Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off
Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off
Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off
Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud
Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud
New Mike's three-fifty, new yeezy boots two thous
I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now
Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it
Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it
And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her
Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I'm paid for
Pour the drank
I'm just sippin' good while they're rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
[Yo Gotti:]
Four Cuban links, that's a quarter mil', that's the Money Walk
Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell 'em let the Money talk
I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain't about
Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account
Millionaire status, billionaire focus
Got a plug in the yay', I got bricks in a Focus
I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can't stop it nigga
Whenever we talk about money, mention me I'm the topic
I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit Privé
I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna' digest the hate
I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down
Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown
[Lil Durk:]
Pour the drank
I'm just sippin' good while they're rollin stank
Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
Gang
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Walkin' like I got money, I'm a do the money walk
Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
Glock Up lyrics - Lil Durk
(Oh my God! What is this? An L beat?)
Yeah
My boys play no games
Keep mops, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
Two K for these Balmains
2K 'cause we ballin'
Bad bitch keep callin'
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster when we pop up
Pussy boys ain't on nothin'
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don't try us, we Glocked up
Homicide, I ain't seen nothin'
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
See us, them boys can't be us
Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters?
E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing
Rollin' up on that Keisha
Gun jam, man, I can't leave 'em
Make sure that he don't see us
Run off on me, I guarantee my boys'll be to see him
6400 Normal
Trap house be doin' numbers
Hundred just don't be stunting
You might make it through the summer
You ain't eat 'cause you thuggin'
.223 shells like suckers
She say she cannot fuck off a Xanny, she need a upper
Arrogant motherfucker
Runnin' off from the bubble
Felonies, I got double
See me, they know it's trouble
Shootin' shit, ain't no scuffle
Varney, that boy the muscle
I be sippin' Actavis while them boys be sippin' 'Tussin
My boys play no games
Keep mops, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
Two K for these Balmains
2K 'cause we ballin'
Bad bitch keep callin'
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster when we pop up
Pussy boys ain't on nothin'
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don't try us, we Glocked up
Homicide, I ain't seen nothin'
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Rob who?
Just go and get a jive coupe
I'm three-double-O, that's my tool
You snatch this chain, on L'A this chopper gon' chop you
My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
Lil Booka'll drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up
Don't trust no hoes, they set up
It's Louis V all over me, I swear I'm in a chess club
Streets gon' miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll
Hate skank hoes and I never wear the same clothes
Designer, ain't it ain't too hard to find us
Got killers off in Atlanta and I cop drink from the mana
Excuse, I ain't got no manners
Excuse, I ain't got no manners
My boys play no games
Keep mops, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
Two K for these Balmains
2K 'cause we ballin'
Bad bitch keep callin'
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster when we pop up
Pussy boys ain't on nothin'
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don't try us, we Glocked up
Homicide, I ain't seen nothin'
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
Rich Nigga lyrics - Lil Durk
Rich nigga shit
Rich nigga
Rich nigga ay, ay
Rich nigga gang, gang
Rich nigga (baow!)
I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
She keep callin' 'cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
Ass fat I think she squat
Snapchat me that pussy bitch
Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
Rich nigga, rich,rich,rich,rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!
Rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
Come suck my dick, wipe off the lipstick
Go with me, I'm with the shits bitch
O.T. traphouse goin' crazy, zip zip
Nae Nae with the car, whip whip
Hit the block, doin' 80 get flipped
100 shots hit him with the choppa, wilt wilt
I ain't playin' pussy boy, I been real
Got a deal and I copped me a foreign
Two bitches 'cause one bitch boring
Look at my karats and my diamonds bitches glowin'
Got the dopehouse in the summer like it's snowin'
I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
She keep callin' 'cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
Ass fat I think she squat
Snapchat me that pussy bitch
Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!
I spent 30 on my watch, I spent 10 on my charm
If you touch it go off, like it came with a alarm
Boy you pussy who you huh?
Cali plug got the weed, like investin' to a farm
100 pounds it cost an arm
And I'll be super real, don't catch no ruger shell
I don't know who'll tell
See DeJ give me chills, Chanel Chanel
The way she crackin' in them heels
I swear I swear, I'ma keep it real
I'm a Xanny type of animal, lean drinking nigga
I can cook up in the trap, like a granny in the kitchen
You a baby, I'm rapping bricks, I'm rapping babies
Yea baby
I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
She keep callin' 'cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
Ass fat I think she squat
Snapchat me that pussy bitch
Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!
True lyrics - Lil Durk
Lit, no cig
Clean Sprite mixed with no lean
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
Rockstars, got some Gs in it
Real killas, they don't leave witness
Tax season, boy, your car rented
Bitch you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my True Religions
Got a Glock with a beam
Bada boom, bada bing
Ops not on a thing
(Let's get it!)
We need some real big rings
Netflix and chill let's watch some Narcos
And my cup the color Harpo
Got fifty in these cargos
Used to sit and watch my car doors
Valet ask me how to park those
I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode
Fake designer, that's a no-no
We rockin' rollies fuck a Jo-Jo
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
Rockstars, got some Gs in it
Real killas, they don't leave witness
Tax season, boy, your car rented
Bitch you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my True Religions
Money got me Bowflexin'
Balmain, no Paris
Pussy 'bout to get the message
Before I have my youngins stressin'
I told 'em I'm 'a turn up on 'em
Killed his ass, we run up on 'em
We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em
His tweets said he keep 'em on him
I'm just coolin' as a rapper
My niggas know that I be trappin'
To the streets I'm so adapted
Fuck the state, they took my rappy
We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
Rockstars, got some Gs in it
Real killas, they don't leave witness
Tax season, boy, your car rented
Bitch you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limits
I'm just rockin' in my True Religions
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