Prince Bambii - Check Please

Bambii
Never been complacent
Niggas like to fake shit
Always on the move
You can say I like to shake shit
Gold on my wrist and my neck
You can taste it
Niggas getting buck now they stuck
Like a facelift
Can you foot the bill
Cause you know I like to splurge
No fillers, no sir
Steady dripping water yeah
My ice be the flood
Niggas stay mad when you make it out the hood
I did what I want you niggas did what you could
They wonder why you never come back
Cause when you come back niggas always click clack
Write my own shit, yeah my raps be the trap
Niggas they all cap and you know that’s a fact
Niggas they all cap might as well get a wrap
And when they press record niggas know it’s a wrap
She told me pat that pussy girl I don’t own cats
Two Smith and Wesson’s on me nigga
Ain’t no gats
I’m talking buck 50 if you cap that’s yo cap
Got a better job but your hand out, where’s your racks
Swear they pushing kiis no Alicia on they trapsheet
Niggas swear they acing but got Ds on they rap sheet
Niggas say I’m cold, got no degrees I’m a rap beast
Never on bench 2nd round another lap please
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Check please
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Check please
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Check please
Never been complacent
Niggas like to fake shit
Niggas been my fans
Say they rock Gucci but it’s really Dapper Dan
Fuck a hater hoe they mad temper tan
Say they getting dough where’s the pizza
It’s a scam
Swipe the credit card it’s a Visa yes ma’am
Prolly take 'a trip to Ibiza hot damn
Chilling by the sand
Flow like the river that’s why they give a damn
Snatch a nigga hoe they be like damn Bamb
Bambii Bambii Bambii uh
Hotter than the sun they try to fan me uh
Niggas say they blood but ain’t family uh
Not in a gang
I’m just saying
I’m really not playing
Fuck all the opps cause they really are lame
Show them how to Mack and I ain’t talking bout Dame
I’m all about the Benjis give a fuck about the fame
Check please
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Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Check please
Do I need another verse
Yes please
Hit that nigga where it hurts
Chest please
Tryna duck all the shots you got the wrong vest
Send a black heart to my ex long text
You can’t guess who gon be on my song next
Say you bout to blow
It’s because you got the long neck
How you say you a boss but you on that
How you ask what’s the cost but can’t afford that
Brother got a new whip yeah he floored that
Took a nigga hoe cause he bored of that
Double A or Delta yeah I boarded that
Flat or the seltzer nigga where the water at
Niggas want respect hell nah I ain’t order that
Tryna take my spot
But you standing where the border at
Hit a nigga for the lick
At the Finish Line you still boosting for the kicks
Niggas wanna kick it
They gon have to spend a brick
And if you want my dick
You gon have to send a brick
Talking bout a bag no chips
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
Niggas still hungry call the waiter back
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Written by:
DeYon Manning

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