Plies – Check Callin (feat. NBA Youngboy)

That check, it keep callin’!
In that Lamb on cruise, hit the gas and it go zoom!
When that check call, I gotta go
That check, it keep callin’!
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em

When it come to money, I be racin’, I’m impatient

That check, it be callin’!
Told my teacher in elementary I’m gon’ be the man (I told ya!)
I be at it by the minute, it be coming by the daily
Like *BRRRRRR!*
We got lean by the cases, it take care of the tribulations
I don’t need no calculator, I’m too advanced (I’m too advanced)
If the lick bigger than $50,000, I’m all in (I’m all in!)
[Verse 1: Plies]
Don’t say you rich if you ballin’, but your dawgs starving (Woo)
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
When that check call, I gotta go

I want a billion and some change, fuck a hundred mil
Baby, don’t worry if I
Play up on my cell, every day my phone boom!
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
I’ll make it up; I’m on the move!
That check, it be callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Don’t say you hustlin’ if you laid up and the money callin’! (I swear!)
Ain’t got no time for my girl
You keep the accolades and the fame, I just want the bread!
That check call
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
I’m on my Bone Crusher shit, I Ain’t Neva Scared
I’m ten toes down and I ain’t movin’, bitch, like Rosa Parks!
Come home late like 3 or 4
Baby, I’m sorry
[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
And I ain’t arguing with you niggas, I’m putting it on your head
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Come home late like 3 or 4
Baby, I’m sorry
And if that check go to call, then babe, I’m outta here!
Today my ten-year anniversary of my first hundred grand (Woo!)
I ain’t got it, I go crazy!

That check, it be callin’!
I ain’t never been a flagger, bitch, I’m really eatin’
That check call
Baby, don’t worry if I
And if it’s out there, I’m going to get it, bitch, I’mma run it down
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go

If you hatin’ ’cause you ain’t eatin’, then I’m not a fan (I’m not a fan)

Baby, I’m sorry
Living wild, I pay dues
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
I got habits and three babies
I told my mom she straight forever, bitch, I swear to God
My phone boom
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
My phone boom
Come home late like 3 or 4
I’m all All About the Benjamins, like Cube said
Chase the money like they just called for the "last call!" (Woo!)
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, it’s a play, can’t miss it, gotta take it!
Baby, I’m sorry
And for that money, I swear to God, bitch, I’m a bloodhound
[Verse 3: Plies]
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
Baby, don’t worry if I
I go hard, can’t let it break me (I won’t let it break me)
Family problems, gotta face it
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Five in the mornin’ I be chasin’
They say more money bring problems; give me the problems, then (Give me the problems!)
Somebody call up Future, I need some Percocet (I need some Percocet!)
That check call, I get up; gotta make it!

My phone doin’ numbers on ’em

Want every day I wake up to feel like tax season
My phone boom
When that check call, I gotta go
[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]

Baby, I’m sorry
Baby, don’t worry if I
Eyes open like I just snorted an 8-ball! (Woo!)
Told my bitch that she could leave me if she don’t understand (Woo!)