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    (Ahem)
    Check, check, check
    Lil Ju made this beat

    Ay, say, nigga, I don't wanna talk
    Meet me at the bank, show me what you really 'bout
    Niggas ain't real when the shit really count
    That's why I keep my lil' cat in they mouth
    Say, bitch, I don't gotta cap
    Everything I talk, yeah, I really did that
    If you want beef, then my bitch gon' scratch
    I'ma get the money, so I let her handle that

    Free JT (ayy)
    Real bitches fuck with me (ayy)
    I don't do shit for the free, man
    Y'all niggas gotta pay me (ayy)
    Put some respect on my team
    I'm the 1501 queen (ayy)
    Bitch, you better learn who run it
    'Cause all this money gotta come through me (ayy)

    I keep it realer than real
    Fuck all the critics and fuck how they feel
    I'm getting money, it is what it is
    They wanna know how I did what I did
    Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (bitch)
    'Cause I ain't worried bout you (bitch)
    Nah, I don't wanna be cool (bitch)
    Still hanging with the same crew (ayy)

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    Cut a nigga off and my checks got bigger
    Rich bitch shit, got a broke ho bitter
    Outta any bitch, I'm the hardest in the litter
    If you think she bad, put her in, let me get her
    Y'all praisin' bitches that's doin' the minimum
    They put that check in my hand, now I'm killin' 'em
    Don't wanna link with these bitches, ain't feelin' 'em
    I'll knock the shit out that bitch like a enema, ah

    Yeah
    I know these bitches want the recipe for this hot shit
    I told them bitches I ain't gon' let one hater stop shit
    (I ain't gon' let no hater stop shit)
    Gucci down, these niggas love the way I rock shit
    I'm a real rap bitch, this ain't no pop shit

    Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
    These hoes know who to play with
    On the internet, all with the gang shit (ayy)
    They love to talk hot shit with a lame bitch
    But when they come around me they don't say shit (okay)
    Ayy, yo' shit ain't pop 'cause it ain't hot
    Keep talkin' trash, I'ma come take you out
    Straight to the top, you cannot reach me
    Ain't fuckin' these niggas, I'm makin' 'em eat me

    Got that big budget with no major deal
    Don't wanna fly out to go eat a meal
    I am not signing for less than a mil
    If you don't like it, then fuck how you feel
    Dreams, fuck with Kel
    J-bone, what's the deal?
    In the section with the bands
    Bring them girls over here

    I keep it realer than real
    Fuck all them critics and fuck how they feel
    I'm getting money, it is what it is
    They wanna know how I did what I did
    Don't worry 'bout why I do what I do (bitch)
    'Cause I ain't worried bout you (bitch)
    Nah, I don't wanna be cool (bitch)
    Still hanging' with the same crew (ayy)

    Song details

    Composition: Mr Hitemup, Lil Ju, P Rock Pesos, and Megan Thee Stallion

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