Fucking Up a Check Soulja Boy & Bow Wow

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Soulja, ayy
Soulja, Soulja
SB, Money Gang
Uhh

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Yeah, go ahead, fuck it up
Forgiato when I'm pulling up
I put Forgi's on a Bentley truck
Made it hurricane when I hit the club
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Fucking up a check, let's fuck up a check
Fucking up a check, fucking up a check
Let's fuck up a check, fucking up a check

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I'm fucking up designer, I'm fucking up Versace
When I hit the club, tattoos on my body
Make it hurricane, make it thunderstorm
I'ma make it flash flood, ain't no one
Walked in the club, I got all of this cash, yeah
I'ma hit the club, yeah I'ma bring them bands, yeah
Bring them bands out, bring them xans out
She just dropped it down, chopper hundred rounds
I got a check, I got a check, and they know that I'm stunting
She want the dick, she want the dick, I gave her the dick and some molly
I post in the club, I post in the club, I'm sitting on Forgiato's
All this money on me, I came from the bottom