Cut The Check Bust It Down TikTok Lyrics was sung by Yo Gotti and Produced by 30 Roc & Mike WiLL Made-It. This song was released on June 2, 2017.
Cut The Check Bust It Down TikTok Lyrics
[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Ear Drummers
30, you a fool for this one
Ah, this the strip club anthem, ni^^a, what's up?
Young Money!
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63's
Mike WiLL Made-It, ni^^a
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my ho^s, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up, f^^k it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my ho^s (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
Twenty thousand ones (woo), she said I'm that ni^^a (I am)
I said, "I'm that ni^^a, bi^^h, I already know it" (I know it)
I come with bad weather (ksh), they say I'm a storm (ayy)
VVS's in my charm, that's a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sendin' bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I'm in Phillipe Chow (what?), I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me, she picked up the check, homes (phrrr)
She gon' f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
She don't need make-up (make-up)
She gon' rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
She gon' tell a ni^^a pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pu^^y, pay for the pu^^y (pay)
Wait for the pu^^y, wait for the pu^^y (wait)
Asked God to forgive me (why?)
'Cause I prayed for the pu^^y, prayed for the pu^^y
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my ho^s, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up, f^^k it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my ho^s (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to Chyna just to race in China
Lil' bad Trini bi^^h but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my ni^^as (yo), cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down) pound
I'ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I'm a bad bi^^h, I'ma throw fits on it (fits)
I'ma bust it open! I'ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don't date honey (no), cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my ni^^as wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, ni^^a, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin' like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki, but my name ain't Nicole (grrr)
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my ho^s, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up, f^^k it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my ho^s (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too $hort]
Well, I'm the doughboy, the one they talkin' about
All these gossipin' a^s ni^^as got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bi^^hes but know ni^^as who bi^^hes too
They should bleed once a month 'cause that's what these bi^^hes do
You a (beitch) and ya bi^^h should expose you
All that pillow talkin', ni^^a, that's what the ho^s do
You a (beitch) word to my ni^^a $hort
We won't never write no statement, we ain't showin' up in court
(Beitch) We don't do no gossipin', we don't do no arguin'
We don't beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don't do no rumors (rumors) we don't don't pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bi^^h, you should work at Hooters (yeah)
You a old hater, you a f^^kin' cougar
You a (beitch) and he a (beitch) and y'all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend actin' like a (beitch) then why you still with him?
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my ho^s, "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up"
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up, f^^k it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I tell all my ho^s (what?) "Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up" (bag it up, bag it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
f^^k it up, f^^k it up (f^^k it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up)