Artist: Ace Hood Album: The Statement 2 (Mixtape) Song: Check Me Out Typed by: AZ Lyrics Oh, holly molly, rollin on me fuck your click, the homies I get money, paper taller than that fool Ginobli Just know my kardashian ain't talking Khloe And these bitches all up on my dick, But I ain't talking moby They say my swagger super dumb, but hey, I graduated I got that shit, that will make your bitch, forget you penetrated And the freaky shit you like I'll make her demonstrate it Uh, plus a nigga upon these boys Illustrate it silly ass, niggas swag kill 'em like the chopper do Turn 'em into milkshake Serve 'em at the jumbo juice All you niggas super sweet like candy at the carnival Riding through my city not a judge but I'm your honor hoe See me fucking shoes? medium rare Rear bottom, you can spot 'em like a cheetah nere I'm a fly nigga, but you knew it though A million dollar nigga, only twenty fours Check me out, check me out That new ferrari, let's test it out Diamonds on my neck and wrist let's take a camera shot Ok, let's crack this bitch, back up, better know my fucking name A-C-E-H double O-D luggie and some fuckin brain and that shit go where she think, that whip on me is major pain Way too much of hatin you should be ashamed Black camaro call that fucker V-Rames Might throw it on 6′s like LeBron James Intercept your bitch, now that's the ball game! Just keep on stealin flows I wont call names But hey! [Chorus] Now when I'm out, and you see me I know you're watching like I'm your TV Now check me out, now check me out Yeah, you see these shoes [?] They don't come out We're talking money, That's what I'm about Now check me out, check me out! Now check me out, check me out! Just check me out, yeah, yeah! Twenty free and got a billion dollars mind, frame Spend forty thousand dollars for my time frame. Diamonds in my belt, boy thats time change Triple black ferrari, call him bruce wayne! Mr. hood a problem he be stuntin hard Fuck them bitches talking get this cock-asaurus Hop out of the jeep with christian louis vuittons But I know I run the shit like relays through batons Wildin ass nigga swag kill 'em like the hollows do Say my flow is super sick, diagnose some Thera-Flu Pistol kiss ya lips, I make that hoe go off and marry you Bye, bye you, burie you, anybody wonder if they can get that too Dog with the hoes and a beast in the booth got two cars but I need that coop Nine times outta ten I don't need that roof Just check me out when I come through Fuck you and your momma fool, your auntie hatin fuck her too Ask anybody I'm the truth in the booth keep talking shit you'll lose your tooth That's silly nigga, eatin the pickle dillys I holler free my niggas, and they ain't talking willy My whip do 215 shout out my nigga, feel it Shout out my nigga, khaled for all my latest grammys Yeah, check us out! [Chorus] Now when I'm out, and you see me I know you're watching like I'm your tv Now check me out, now check me out Yeah, you see these shoes [?] They don't come out We're talking money, That's what I'm about Now check me out, check me out! Now check me out, check me out! Just check me out, yeah, yeah!