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Last I Checked Video (MV)




Performed By: Prod By Chilly
Language: English
Length: 1:18
Written by: Jose Pena




Prod By Chilly - Last I Checked Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Last I Checked
All of my niggas been getting to motherf*ckin paper
Big chilly, might run for the mayor
Hit a parlay, yeah this beat is a lay up
I'm off the drank, yeah I go super saiyan
Cut throat, we don't give f*cks what you sayin
New Benz truck, we gon' find where you stayin
Dumb hoe, this not the game that we playin
These niggas swear that we bluffin
We turning nothing to something
Ending a soul, with a click of a button
Catch a play, we gon' get straight to dumping
Chilly outside yeah we got the spot jumping
We moving bills like we Oceans 11
Swearing we broke, nigga f*ck your assumptions
Call on my number like 77
These niggas wanna steal my bitches
These niggas wanna steal my flow
These niggas wanna talk bout riches
But these niggas ain't flipping no dough
Cullinan cool but I need me a Ghost
Dom Perignon when we making a toast
Way too much money, can't add up the digits
Straight to the bank, yeah we doing the most
Big bag, I spent on bigger artillery
Big bag, yeah my back really killing me
Big bag, give a f*ck if you feeling me
They calling me pops, these niggas my sons, these niggas my motherf*ckin mini me's
I move like a ghost, you niggas don't know me, so how the f*ck you been my enemy?
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Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Last I Checked
All of my niggas been getting to motherf*ckin paper
Big chilly, might run for the mayor
Hit a parlay, yeah this beat is a lay up
I'm off the drank, yeah I go super saiyan
Cut throat, we don't give f*cks what you sayin
New Benz truck, we gon' find where you stayin
Dumb hoe, this not the game that we playin
These niggas swear that we bluffin
We turning nothing to something
Ending a soul, with a click of a button
Catch a play, we gon' get straight to dumping
Chilly outside yeah we got the spot jumping
We moving bills like we Oceans 11
Swearing we broke, nigga f*ck your assumptions
Call on my number like 77
These niggas wanna steal my bitches
These niggas wanna steal my flow
These niggas wanna talk bout riches
But these niggas ain't flipping no dough
Cullinan cool but I need me a Ghost
Dom Perignon when we making a toast
Way too much money, can't add up the digits
Straight to the bank, yeah we doing the most
Big bag, I spent on bigger artillery
Big bag, yeah my back really killing me
Big bag, give a f*ck if you feeling me
They calling me pops, these niggas my sons, these niggas my motherf*ckin mini me's
I move like a ghost, you niggas don't know me, so how the f*ck you been my enemy?
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Writer: Jose Pena
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