Chief Keef

Chief Keef - Check It Out lyrics

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[Hook:]

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they like check it out

Like my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out



[Verse 1:]

Hit the dealership like check it out, my doors creep me out

Told my Glock 40, aye check it out, these hoes creep me out

These niggas eat these hoes out, aye these hoes eat me out

These bitches be geeking everytime they ass see me out

Wanna smoke, check it out

Checking in, checking out

Check it out, my whip sound like he just wen't to [?] now

He said vroom, sound like he was snoring, had to check it out

Check in at the doctor, get prescripted then I'm checking out



[Hook:]

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they like check it out

Like my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out



[Verse 2:]

Hit the doctor for a check up then I'm checking out

Why you steady looking at me? bitch, check it out

She step outside the box then I check her out

Like a half way house, I'm checking in, checking out

I'm checking my car for bugs, checking my car for dubs

I'm checking my car for change, just to give to the club

Folk nem check the spot now we gone come through, line 'em up

Check 'em in the torture house, drown his ass, tie him up

I check my money, better be right when I count it up

I go to sleep, what the f**k I see, Cap and Blood

Folk nem said they had to check and make sure that I'm acting up

[?] hit the concrete, hopping out the swan doors

I got a package coming in and I was checking the time for it

These Louie shades, lil mama, these ain't no Tom Ford's

The bitch was checking me out, so I walked out the door

I was checking for racks, for cheese, for green, for lawn mowers

Go and get some Maison Margiela, no need to see the concords

I'm checking for cappers, for boolers, the shooters, the 9 blowers

I'm checking on folks, they cooling, they booling with 9 whores

I'm smoking on dope, I'm cooling, I be smoking that mind blower

Come through, I'm checking, I'm chasing, yeah I'm checking for my boys

I ain't checking for hoes, I get my box and check up boy

I ain't checking for you, you sitting on yo ass, get up boy

Sacks and build direct, Margelias and marble floors



[Hook:]

You got some money for me? Check it out

I'm icy, know I had to bring the necklace out

I saw a bitch, I told that bitch to check it out

I hop up out the car, she wanna check me out

I'm in your city for a day, bitch, check it out

Too late, bitch, I'm already checking out

The cops pull up on me, they like check it out

Like my shit was tucked and I ain't have the weapon out
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