[Intro: Meek Mill]
Em
Lil’ fish, yeah
G
If you can’t swim, you gon’ drown, hoe
Em
We ain’t gon’ save you either
G
Hahahah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Em G
Bad lil thottie, she got bodies
Em C
I’m on perkies, she on molly
Em G
Sippin’ on dirty, smokin’ on Cali
Em C
Big Rolls Royce, no Maseratis
Em
I’m ‘bout to pull out that V12
G
I’ma shit on these niggas like Ezel3
Em
Let her ride on that dick with no seatbelt
G
With the money, I know she don’t mean well
Em
Niggas running their mouth like they females
G
When you winning, they only wan’ see you fail
Em
When you winning, they only wan’ see you lose
C
Niggas steal and I can’t let ‘em see my moves
Em G
Wait, ha ha, selling that cocaina (white!)
Em
Started off selling that crack rock (crack rock)
G
Now we sell out arenas (lit!)
Em G
White boys say I’m genius, white girls say I’m gnarly
Em G
Did 30 bandz in Neimans, now we 20 grand at Barney’s
Em
Ever put a pop bitch on the block list, I don’t pop shit
Em
Cause I got shit, in the drop six
Em
With a thot bitch, whole squad lit
Em
Heard your new shit, that is not it
G
Whole gang with me on some mob shit
Em
He ain’t talkin’ money then its nonsense
G
Bran got the gas, you are not lit, no way

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
We gettin’ rich and these niggas sick
Em C
They need a check up (they need a check up)
Em
I’m so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Em
Ha, yeah
G
Back in this bitch and we litty again
Em
I’m ‘bout to land in the city again
G
She with the gang, he tripping again
Em
He like, “You out with that nigga again?”
G
She gettin’ cocky like, “Yeah I’m with him”
Em
Five bands, Gucci coat, rockin’ 1s
G
I’ll never wear it again, no

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Em
(Huh, yeah!) Gucci swag so relaxed
G
Louis bag with the hat, Uzi Vert with the mac
Em G
Damn, thought I wasn’t, fuck you then hit your cousin
Em
All hunnits, don’t want no twenty
G
Stop hatin’, fuck nigga get money
Em
Fuck your bitch, hit it once
G
Ain’t my type, give her back, uh
Em
My Rarri, no keys like vroom
Em
My car don’t got room
Em
Yeah, I put all of them guap in the front
Em
Yeah, my engine in the back
Em
Little nigga we don’t talk about nothing
G
If that shit not ‘bout the racks
Em
Don’t call my phone, don’t leave no message
Em
But that girl was swerving me, diamonds emergency
G
Better hit 911
Em
Up all night, don’t rest much
G
Spent two hunnid put the rest up
Em
Young nigga fuck that check up
G
Young nigga fuck that check up

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
We gettin’ rich and these niggas sick
Em C
They need a check up (they need a check up)
Em
I’m so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Em
Uh, my old bitch, yo’ new bitch
G
She wanna vibe like Q-Tip, she get tagged like you it
Em
Nigga said he wanna fade me, we ran into him
G
He ain’t wan’ do shit
Em
I don’t care what he sayin’, we ain’t playin’
G
We just came to shoot shit
Em
Yeah, run up them racks (run it up, run it up)
G
I’m gettin’ back (run it up, run it up)
Em
Niggas be tweetin’ (niggas be tweetin’)
G
They gettin’ smacked
Em
Bitches be screenshottin’, tell ‘em to hit me on Snap
Em G
She hit me back, oh Lord, she gettin’ clapped
Em G
Ever fuck a bad bitch in the bando, air mattress
Em G
Going HAM-o, poppin’ cash shit, Bape camo with the masses
Em
Dirty young bull living lavish
G
Gets yo’ mans up, go to Paris
Em
20 grand up when the tab hit
G
You can tell we ain’t never had shit, no way

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em G
We gettin’ rich and these niggas sick
Em C
They need a check up (they need a check up)
Em
I’m so lit
I fucked that bitch as soon as I met her (soon as I met her)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (young nigga, young nigga)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Light my wrist and my neck (woah, woah)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck it up)
G
Young nigga, fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
G
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Em
Fuck that check up (fuck that check up)
C
Fuck that check up (fuck it up, fuck it up)