Shad Moss - f**ing Up a Check lyrics

[Hook: Soulja Boy] Go ahead, f** it up Forgiato when I'm pulling up I put Forgi's on a Bentley truck Made it hurricane when I hit the club f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check f**ing up a check, let's f** up a check f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check Let's f** up a check, f**ing up a check [Verse 1: Soulja Boy] I'm f**ing up designer, I'm f**ing up Versace When I hit the club, tattoos on my body Make it hurricane, make it thunderstorm I'mma make it flash flood, ain't no one Walked in the club, I got all of this cash, yuh I'mma hit the club, yeah I'mma bring them bands, yuh Bring them bands out, bring them xans out She just dropped it down, chopper hundred rounds I got a check, I got a check, and they know that I'm stunting She want the dick, she want the dick, I gave her the dick and some molly I post in the club, I post in the club, I'm sitting on Forgiato's All this money on me, I came from the bottom [Hook: Soulja Boy] Go ahead, f** it up Forgiato when I'm pulling up I put Forgi's on a Bentley truck Made it hurricane when I hit the club f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check f**ing up a check, let's f** up a check f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check Let's f** up a check, f**ing up a check [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Everything new down to my shoes From my belt to my shoes to my Christian Loubs' Hopped out the coupe too, dog pouring up juice Walking in the club pouring up, bottles and I'm too cool I came from the bottom, you don't want these problems I be getting money, riding with my shottas Riding with my shooters, hanging with the goblins Riding with a bad b**h hopping out bugattis Pinkie ring plus my cuban link cost a new Ferrari Hopping out the Jag, watch a n***a flash, snapped by paparazzi [Hook: Soulja Boy] Go ahead, f** it up Forgiato when I'm pulling up I put Forgi's on a Bentley truck Made it hurricane when I hit the club f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check f**ing up a check, let's f** up a check f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check Let's f** up a check, f**ing up a check [Verse 3: Bow Wow] I just blew my CSI money on a bad b**h Soulja blow that VH1 money, dog you been rich Came in a 2-seater, how these hoes gon' fit We don't love 'em, we don't cuff 'em, and you know that she a flip Couple bad white b**hes and we got 'em off the blow Now the molly kicking in, you know these hoes is 'bout to go Gotta weigh Lil Soulja up my n***a those are from a four We just f** 'em, let 'em go Soulja, we don't love these hoes We at LD on a monday, young rich n***as in my section It's a hundred G for my necklace, young n***a pull up hot but I'm flexing [Hook: Soulja Boy] Go ahead, f** it up Forgiato when I'm pulling up I put Forgi's on a Bentley truck Made it hurricane when I hit the club f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check f**ing up a check, let's f** up a check f**ing up a check, f**ing up a check Let's f** up a check, f**ing up a check