Check Fat Trel (Ft. Rick Ross & Young Dolph)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
She push it so good, that I bought that bitch a car
I'm drinking on Activis, so I never call
That bitch is so good, I went in that pussy raw
Everytime I make it, I send pationts ut to god
I'm all about a check, I'm all about a check
Put them racks up on my chain, that's where my strap at
I'm all about a check, I'm all about a check
I walk in the club, and make them bitches turn up for a check

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
I came to the club, with a lot of Gualla on me
All this ice, that's a quarter million dollars on me
If that car don't come off the showroom, then I don't want it
Smashed lil mama, then made her tat my name on it
Welcome to the streets, where it ain't no rules
I just put a hundred thousand in an old school
They say you get rich from sellin dope, then you a criminal
I say you get rich by sellin dope, then you a genius
I'm so lit, I just left Mars, then went to Venus
All my bitches bad, man, you gotta see this
I'm trappin all week, and flexin all weekend
I put your bitch on a ho, cause my new bitch is biefen
I call the plug and say I need a whole hundred
He sent them to me asap, I call him Rondo
I put her in designer heals, matching skirt
She gonna fuck me, real good, and she gonna hold all the work