Young Club - Chee$e
LT on the beat nigga...HighLife, AnyM3ans, OTG, we in it
See a brother like me, from the west of the B
Always hustle, on my grind, tryna shine
Stacking dough, so I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese, woah
See a brother like me, from the west of the B
Always hustle, on my grind, tryna shine
Stacking dough, so I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese, woah
Money schemes, I'm telling these wicked dreams
Of me riding Lamborghinis with wings, and blowing steam
We ain't really into taking no losses, I'm with the team
AnyM3ans bout that paper, my homies we into green
With, dead pressies, gold teeth, and a watch
You ain't never wanna listen, I'm demanding you watch
And the clique be bout that Diddy, you ain't seeing me stop
Until I'm rocking Nike Mags, while you flexing in shocks
While you fiending over money, I'm dreaming bout four chains
When you stressing over women, I'm in it with four dames
When you listening to heat, we spitting all on the beat
When your numbers come in slow, we get it in four ways
And don't say the youngin is not great
Cause I'm spitting on the beat, till everyone's throat aches
My record spins, your record does not play
You can't make it to the top lil homie, so rotate, ugh
You can hate from a safe place, cause I'm hotter than some sprayed mace
And if you really wanna get into a tussle with my homies from the D
They gone grab you, leave you vanished with no trace
No time for the word play
Usain run the game at a fast pace
And, I got a rumble in my stomach, biggest lion in the jungle
And I'm hungry, so you know I need a fat plate
See a brother like me, from the west of the B
Always hustle, on my grind, tryna shine
Stacking dough, so I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese, woah
See a brother like me, from the west of the B
Always hustle, on my grind, tryna shine
Stacking dough, so I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese
I chase that cheese, I chase that cheese, woah
Tryna make a movie...
Tryna make a movie with a model
Go to bed with a cutie, take a dip in foreign jacuzzis
Take a walk in Pari, hit the telly, get a bottle, see I
Just talk proper
See her at the bar, tell the bartender stop her
Buy 100 rounds in the club, that's a chopper
Then I ball across the world, I'm a young Globetrotter, ugh
Drizzy got the worst, I got the work
She love it so she gotta flirt
Removing her shirt, she lose her skirt
Pull her panties to the side, jump off jump on till she scream and she squirt, I mean
I'm real not cocky
Her man he not me
She wanna know what success taste like
So she on me cause I'm running to the top like Rocky
Dead wringer, her head meaner, a bed singer
Start screaming, I'm not hitting, just two fingers
He got swag but my look is way cleaner
I got gold and his pockets are way leaner
It's not hard when your this man, slap cheeks with my pimp hand, so
If you wanna come and kick it with a superstar
Drop low maybe you can make a few bands, Club!
Written by:
Sean Greaten
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