T-Wayne - f** It Up lyrics

[Produced by Big E Beatz] [Verse 1] Shopping at [?], going dumb with it Drop hundreds and fiftys I'mma go dumb with the sack Got plenty, you know that it's with me Make it rain on your b**h, I just bought out the city I'mma make it rain hundreds I ain't stopping till my pockets on empty [Hook][x2] f**ed a check up on designer f**ed a check up on a lineup f**ed a check up on some strippers f**ed a check up on some diamonds f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, f** it up f** it up, f** it up, f** it up, yes [Verse 2] f** up the check on designer f** up the check on a lineup f** the check up on a Rari f** up the check on vagina It ain't really nothing much When the city right behind you When you're in the MIA And everybody tryna find you I'm flexing like a trainer If I'm on it it's a banger Chain round my neck hanging just like a cliffhanger I'm a fool with it I'm running up that check like I'm an athlete at a track meet She gone ride for me even if she was in the back seat Ever since I took off it ain't been the same I got too much [?], I can't ever change I'mma pull up in a cool whip That's the same color as cool whip Your girlfriend on my to-do list New bathroom, I'm on some new sh** [Hook][x2]