Check This Dig That Lyrics - Trae



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(Bridge)
I say now check this, dig that
Dig that, dig that hey

(Hook: T.I.)
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, you broke – I can fix that
Yea, hey hey hey
I say now check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
Yea, hey hey getting money nigga

(Verse 1: T.I.)
I’m getting my hustle on and I’m rolling, got whatever, getting that paper
Fresh out of prison, I’m glowing, middle finger right to them haters
Get your chick before she gets stolen, one of my pop the Shirley may take er
Send her back to you – pussy swollen, so it messed up just like her make-up
Got a elevate memory it’s flawless, I remember all of ya’ll who was talking
Got a good mind of running your office, whoop your ass in front of your bosses
My partner died, in my honor I’m responsible for his mama
And daughter too, I bet you she can go whatever college she wanna
Still rap rubber bands in my bank row
Broken something – my kanko
Bitch yelling now I’m the shit, like tell me something I ain’t know
My broken collars and my stocks is, up 20% so my profits
They increasing even in my absence, so my attitude is obnoxious
Contract almost expired, they get one more album off it
Then go to Egle Brotham, make my contract biggie boss shit
Got bitches on my sashis, and feel them really watchin
Just one more year of paper and I’m back to blowin broccoli

(Hook: T.I.)
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, you broke – I can fix that
Yea, hey hey hey
I say now check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
Yea, hey hey getting money nigga

(Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth)
I’m the king of Texas, I put on
All the block tryina put the whole hood on
Stay stiff, while them other niggas still wrong
Street shit, only think of niggas still on
My niggas on death row, same shit like sheeps
Add a 2 fuck, things should been good
Tell them I got a million, never gotta worry ‘bout a thing,
I represented the best I could
Blackened paper in the background
She get flipped and I’m back to the trap
Trip locked up with something that clap
If you don’t get that then bitch will get slapped
Bitch I pop it, get this droppin
From the other hood, same place I got shot up
I won’t be stopped, probably why you niggas see
Money getting big like look what I got up
You ain’t seen that baby got over that drop
Chase that ice and bitch I stay hot
Yea I’m truth, that’s what you like
It’s my time, fuck yo pack
I got my team strong and my guns loaded
City mine, the whole hood 40
This murda business, they know I showed it
Suicide, both doors flowded
Me and Tunechi DOD, got that work – COD
You’re then living free, you gotta pay a fee
That talk include but ain’t shit to me
Broke, I’ll be damned if I go back
This Sosa Gang and you know that
We earn respect so you owe that
With the middle finger I’m like hold that

(Hook: T.I.)
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, you broke – I can fix that
Yea, hey hey hey
I say now check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
Yea, hey hey getting money nigga

(Verse 3: T.I.)
So many lames and so much to say
But that’s another topic for another day
They know face to face I clown nigga
But you ain’t talkin shit now nigga
Don’t try to doubt me up, you ain’t down with us
Am I angry bitch? Don’t I sound better?
Cause I’m so sincere and so severe
That you know the wall that I persevere
I doubted all of my hooks
That would be sucker level, my ghost fear
I got no compassion, no understanding
Like ya’ll put yo asses so underhanded
My rational is all whippin man
Just smash the gas, take full advantage
My patience short and my temper bad
So you gon find me everywhere you ain’t there
The best you got – you better bring that
You wanna take me out, you can’t fake me out
When they let me out, you wanna help me out
Nigga DAD move, come check me out
Me and dawg in the drop top Bentley at
Headin to the bank, what a check we got
One thing ain’t no question bout it
You if not more, I’m just tired
Okay scratch that shit I’m spazzin out
Big bank rolls, I’m passin out
I’ll hug your ho, she passin out
Before she hit the ground I’m mashin out
I’m bossin up and I’m stayin down
Got racks on racks just layin round
Big bang nigga, ain’t no playin round
You wanna check it but then, I bet you’re getting out

(Hook: T.I.)
Check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, you broke – I can fix that
Yea, hey hey hey
I say now check this, dig that
You know I be getting that
Money and them big stacks,
You broke – I can fix that
Yea, come and see me, I can fix that
Yea, hey hey getting money nigga





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