[Chorus: Strap]

I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

[Verse 1: Strap]

My strap under my shirt, I'm fresh as fuck

Brand new red bottoms, I ain't tieing them up

Bitch hold the work, is you down or what?

[?] put the dope in your butt

She the type of ho that like to get choked when she fuck

And I don't give a shit, I smoke a blunt with the slut

I'm the type of nigga to put the 30's on trucks

Dirty, dirty, dirty all I pour in my cup

Big bank take lil bank, fuck what you think

Ain't no limit like the tank, bitch [?]

I need 2 bitches, no we can't nеgotiate

Kissing on her girlfriend, now tеll me how that ho ain't gay

Molly that's what motivates, I take a drink and pour an 8

[?]

Swear I never been a lame

VVS's in my chain, 50 karots in the ring

All white Balmain, looking like some cocaine

[Chorus: Strap]

I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

[Verse 2: Mexio]

I got a check out the mud, I got a check and I throw it

I got a check in the hood, I got a pack in the hood

I heard them boys talking crazy, so I came back to the hood

Yeah I'm right back on the east, yeah I'm right back in the wood

Yeah I'm right back up in [?], them bitches know it'll happen

Them bitches knowing I'm dabbing, I'm just a throw in the cabbage

I let it go in the wind, my earrings cost a 10

My Cuban cost a 10, spend a 10 times 10

Got them doing mathematics, got them twerking in the mansion

I got extras in the pantry, throwin' money make her antsy

2 hoes, that's a duo

4 hoes in the 2 door

Fucked them all, need a do-over

Nigga came in like, "Move over."

[Chorus: Strap]

I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

We got racks the long way, we got racks the long way

[Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh]

I'm on the cover of the fader [?]

[?] later

You niggas ain't talking bout shit, you bitches really ain't got shit

I got the check and I blow it, I get the racks and I throw it

I got the racks and I show it, smoking this weed like I grow it

I'm screaming out where your ho at?

Bitch take a picture, Kodak

I'm spending money, you know that

I'm at the spot where the dope at

Fuck the 2 door, where the 4 at?

Up in the [?] where the blow at

You got your [?]

I can control and remote that

[Chorus: Strap]

I get the check and I blow it, I get the check and I blow it

We get racks the long way, we get racks the long way

We get racks the long way, we get racks the long way