Cut The Check Bust It Down Tiktok Lyrics By Yo Gotti. Main song words are I tell all my n^^gas (yo), cut the check (cut the check) buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound.
Cut The Check Bust It Down Tiktok Lyrics
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Ah, this the strip club anthem, n^^ga, what’s up?
Young Money!
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, n^^ga
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
F^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up, f^ck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
F^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
F^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
F^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
Twenty thousand ones (woo), she said I’m that n^^ga (I am)
I said, “I’m that n^^ga, b^tch, I already know it” (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I’m a storm (ayy)
VVS’s in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin’ bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m in Phillipe Chow (what?), I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr)
She gon’ f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
She don’t need make-up (make-up)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon’ tell a n^^ga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the p^^sy, pay for the p^^sy (pay)
Wait for the p^^sy, wait for the p^^sy (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
‘Cause I prayed for the p^^sy, prayed for the p^^sy
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
F^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up, f^ck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini b^tch but she mixed with China
Real thick v^^ina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my n^^gas (yo), cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad b^tch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open! I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my n^^gas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, n^^ga run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up, f^ck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
Well, I’m the doughboy, the one they talkin’ about
All these gossipin’ ass n^^gas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad b^tches but know n^^gas who b^tches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these b^tches do
You a (b^^tch) and ya b^tch should expose you
All that pillow talkin’, n^^ga, that’s what the hoes do
You a (b^^tch) word to my n^^ga $hort
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showin’ up in court
(b^^tch) We don’t do no gossipin’, we don’t do no arguin’
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors (rumors) we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty b^tch, you should work at Hooters (yeah)
You a old hater, you a f^ckin’ cougar
You a (b^^tch) and he a (b^^tch) and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin’ like a (b^^tch) then why you still with him?
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up, f^ck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my hoes (what?) “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up” (bag it up, bag it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
f^ck it up, f^ck it up (f^ck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
