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Fuck That Check Up

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Robert Williams (born May 6, 1987), better known by his stage name Meek Mill, is an American rapper from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He was briefly signed to T.I.'s label Grand Hustle Records and in February 2011 signed to Rick Ross' Maybach Music Group. He adopted the rap name “Meek Mill” after family and friends from his neighborhood kept referencing him by his middle name. Meek is coined as the latest rap phenomenon to come out of the city of Philadelphia.

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[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)