Credit Check (D.TV Interlude) Video (MV)

Hey subscribers, welcome to DTV
Let's have a party, yeah
Party, party, party, party, party, party, party
Don't give a f*ck bout a credit check
You niggas foul, I'mma call up the ref
Pussy nigga, I hate you to death
Cause you hate on how I'm living
Don't give a f*ck bout a credit check
Party, party, party, party, party, party
F*ckin' with me, I'mma leave you slept
Pussy boy, you don't wanna get wrecked
Cause I'll make you go missing
Party, party, party, party, party
I don't line dance, I got my own rhythm
Look at my town, check how I'm living
Ran up hit em', KO sit em'
Feet on balls and now I go blitz em'
Me oh my, I got all the vision
Y'all just got the astigmatism
Water water splish splash, big bag big swag
I drip bad, like baby in the baptism
I'm a dumb bitch with a big IQ
Your friend group look like a haiku
Cuz' she a 5, he a 7, you 5 too
Coming up short like you 5'2"
He making me blush, he loving my rouge
Yeah my dude, so chill, he can never be rude
I'm a Fantastic Storm like I am Sue
Where the beefcakes? Sweetcakes?
Tiramisu!
I'm so educated, orchestrated
Bloody shoes, menstruated
Towson Tiger graduated
Ego be inflated
Hand on my body Macarena
Blanco make a banger, slobber-knocker
Speaker-knocker
I'm a hungry man, for his Betty Crocker
Big Shocker
I don't give a fa, or a la la
Black and Filipina
I don't give a mother, but I'll give your father nana
And an anaconda and he love my Tropicana
Goin' hard for mi Ohana!
Don't give a f*ck about a credit check
Party, party, party
You niggas foul, I'mma call up the ref
Pussy nigga, I hate you to death
Cuz you hate on how I'm living
Party, party, party, party