Check the Score

Yeah This some hot shit right here What What Look Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, I said Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, wassup Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah Bussdown on that Fashion Nova Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe Lookin like a hunnid bricks Smellin like a pound of dope Puffin on that Russian cream Sippin on that VSO My bitches down They trained to go TTG, we turn em up Breakin niggas left and right We dip until they can't no more Haddie winnin check the score I'm rackin clout up with my dough Bitches tryna play me I said do I look like Mario? I run it up like cardio These bitches outta breath, woah I know they be talkin shit But they won't ever step, no I'm vibin I be layin low Ain't no rush I take it slow He like when I do it like I'm movin on a stripper pole I'm poppin pussy on the floor Get down on my hands and toes Body anaconda how its movin Yeah I'm slatt fasho They after me cuz I'm a pro Do it like I run the show Booty talkin back its tryna greet ya like it said hello Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, I said Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, wassup Any type of weather you know I stay fly as ever, woah Bussdown on that Fashion Nova Ain't no Gucci sweater hoe Lookin like a hunnid bricks Smellin like a pound of dope Puffin on that Russian cream Sippin on that VSO My bitches down, they trained to go TTG, we turn em up Breakin niggas left and right We dip until they can't no more Haddie winnin check the score I'm rackin clout up with my dough Bitches tryna play me I said do I look like Mario? Slim thick with a waistline Pretty on the Facetime I could give a f*ck about your bag Ima chase mine Niggas think I'm mad, hell naw I'm just fine Bitches outchere do the most I'm living my best life I will never fold yeah I'm straight to the point with it All this competition in my face I'm enjoying it And she just started off with the race Make some noise for her Haddie coming straight for the crown Yeah I'm owning it (PERIOD) Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, I said Whatchu know about stuntin' and pimpin' I got my bitches on go And they don't know how to listen I got some niggas with poles And they'll squeeze if I tell em They'll get to clickin and clackin If bitches don't come correctly, wassup Hold up, wait I'm double-lappin em Yeah I'm kicking dust in they face while I laugh at them Haddie took a break from the bars Now I'm back again And I don't plan on stopping til I stack me up some Benjamins Hey, I'm tryna stack me up some Gouda Money over everything, that's all on my medula I ain't really mean to spazz But I guess I had to do it Ain't no other way to prove it Tryna get you with the movement, wassup?