Checklist Lyrics

I'm not your dog

I'm not your bro

You want play games then you can go

I pulled these racks out just to blow

Got on designer head to toe

Stay with my gang

Cause they on go

Made a hundred bands

Without a show

And I'm the one and yes you know

Hear my V8 go up the road

And I did that shit won't do it again

Now I chase Benjamin's

God forgive me for all my sins

Riding round in that X6

I spent some racks on my necklace

Now she want to sex this

Just scratched his hoe off the checklist

Now it's on to the next bitch

And I ain't sipping no green

Only red or the tris

And I pulled up in that Beam

With your hoe looking like a lick

It's like 32 shots in my stick

And I ain't going like a bitch

And I did this shit on my own

I ain't never ask for shit

And this life shit be so crazy

I'm up and now you hate me

I'm getting racks on daily

You know I'm the real shady

Through my Cartier's see HD

That little shit don't phase

Cause I'm getting racks tomorrow

I'm getting racks on yesterday

I'm balling in the mall tho

I spent them racks on your little bae

And she just wants the star life

She just wants the ice and glaze

Had to hustle that hard life

Now them racks coming in every way

Push the button then push that key

These little niggas ain't better than me

And I'm so up i see the trees

If you got chase get next to me

If you got wells get next to me

And if you gon' fold get away from me

I'm not your dog

I'm not your bro

You want play games then you can go

I pulled these racks out just to blow

Got on designer head to toe

Stay with my gang

cause they on go

Made a hundred bands

Without a show

And I'm the one and yes you know

Hear my V8 go up the road

And I did that shit won't do it again

Now I chase Benjamin's

God forgive me for all my sins

Riding round in that X6

I spent some racks on my necklace

Now she want to sex this

Just scratched his hoe off the checklist

Now it's on to the next bitch

And I ain't sipping no green

Only red or the tris

And I pulled up in that Beam

With your hoe looking like a lick

It's like 32 shots in my stick

And I ain't going like a bitch

And I did this shit on my own

I ain't never ask for shit