Check Nasty C (Ft. Erick Rush)

[Chorus: Nasty C]
Break your fuckin' neck (Gotta break)
When you see the cheque (See cheque)
Break your fuckin' neck (Gotta break)
When you see the cheque (See the cheque)
Break your fuckin' neck (Gotta break)
When you see the cheque (See cheque)
Break your fuckin' neck (Gotta break)
When you see the cheque (See the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I'm jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I'm working for Jigga
My life ain't been the same since the season
Before, cause I turned it into a gold bitch
And I owe it to no nigga
My business stay undercover like watch from the cold head
And my bitches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song was Get Going, now I'm a go-getter
Ohh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
Then just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now, well this summer i'd get me killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New niggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old niggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I'm known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a having 'Loser' written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having bitches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it's imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots, I'm connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my nigga up to Spain
Google dictionary, handy just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say