U.S. Treasury Young Buck

[Chorus]
Check on deck
Ok now let's get this money
Check on deck
Shorty don't you miss this money yeah yeah
That's a bet
Ok I just sent the money
We done took it, pass the bag
Now lil bitch we print the money yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Ain't dripping on sauce
Street nigga twisting that thot
Bounce back, took a lil loss
Gotta cook it up, sell a little sauce
Took the plug, let's play a little golf
Imma work nigga no days off
All my payroll people payed off
Get a check and you bet I flip it
In a foreign and you bet I whip it
She perform in the bed I tip it
And I know who ran out with it
Imma hit him in his head in a minute
Master P ain't got no limit
Still pour a whole four up in it
Mask up so they know who did it
Hundred bricks in my lolo tinted
Stacks