Corrección Letra Check Me Out par Trey Songz

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[Intro] (P. Diddy)
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Trigga' let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Trigga' let's go
[Verse] (Trey Songz)
Stop, pose, what's that
Bend it over quick throw your butt back
We're in for the mill, where the bucks at
She see me spend a couple mill like "f*ck that" (f*ck that)
She wanna ride on it like a bus pass
Give me smart brain in a dumb pad
Gon poke it out, thumb tack
Back that ass up I'ma front that
Knock it out the park let these other niggas bunt that
Turn the music up, where the club at?
Throw a couple stacks, where the 1's at?
Shout to all the women that know that they got the come back
(let's go)
Girl you got that I can see it from the front back
She said damn they be hatin' where the love at?
I said damn that you looking like you does that
Hair up damn, she done brought the f*cking bun back
Nigga shade, damn bring the sun back
Beat crazy, damn bring the drums back
This your city nigga damn how I run that
Thank God I was a singer, damn bring the run back
Let's go, and check me out though
I'ma keep it real with you
Hey check me out though
I'm just tryin' to chill with you
Hey check me out though
I'ma keep it real with you
Check me check me out
I'ma keep it real with you
Hey check me out though
I'm just tryin' to chill with you
Hey check me out though
I'ma keep it real with you
Check me check me out
mmm Daddy

(P.Diddy)
You say you work hard, where you work at?
Girl I go hard, let me work that

Say you got drive, well reverse that
I'ma beat it up, I'ma, I'ma hurt that
Let's go
(Trey Songz)
Single momma, yeah yeah I support that
I don't judge baby, I ain't tryin to court that
(P. Diddy)
I don't play baby, I ain't tryin to sport that
Talking 'bout it's real when I know somebody bought that
(Trey Songz)
My time money, yeah you niggas can't afford that (Let's go trigga)
Bad bitches in the studio well I record that
Right now and I finna pipe down
Once I'm done this verse shit, I'ma kill the p*ssy, I'ma hearse it
A fool with it, super cool with it
While you snoozin' I got a booze in it
I took her panties and I put a pool in it
The flow stupid, so stupid

(Meek Mill)
Uh, check me out though
I'm in a Ralph Lo
Red bottoms with the models never Aldo
Kept me riding maseratti with the top low
And I can do up in that p*ssy then I outro
Bad bitch, and her miles low
Oh that's your main chick? That's my side hoe
She a dime, and she a dime, so I don't know
When I compare 'em it's like a Chevy and Tahoe
Yo trigga, where the hoes?
I'm into my jellys, they like "what are those?"
I got them guys jealous 'cause I'm getting dough
She said she never seen a ghost til' she was in a Rolls
Look it here, I'ma keep it real wit cha
Get it clear, I ain't tryin' to chill wit cha
Give it here, so I can put the steel in ya
Now shorty bust it open for a real nigga, ah

(P. Diddy)
See this right here, this goes out
To all the motherf*cking gettin money bitches in the house
Don't stop, let's work, let's rock
Don't stop, let's work, let's rock
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Throw some mother f****** money in the air
Mmm daddy

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