Lyrics Young Buck – U.S. Treasury

Check on deck
Ok now let’s get this money
Check on deck
Shorty don’t you miss this money yeah yeah

Ain’t dripping on sauce
Street nigga twisting that thot
Bounce back, took a lil loss
Gotta cook it up, sell a little sauce
Took the plug, let’s play a little golf
Imma work nigga no days off
All my payroll people payed off
Get a check and you bet I flip it
In a foreign and you bet I whip it
She perform in the bed I tip it
And I know who ran out with it
Imma hit him in his head in a minute
Master P ain’t got no limit
Still pour a whole four up in it
Mask up so they know who did it
Hundred bricks in my lolo tinted
Stacks

Check on deck
Ok now let’s get this money
Check on deck
Shorty don’t you miss this money yeah yeah
That’s a bet

Ain’t popping no tags
Street nigga dropping off bags
Snakes all over this grass
That’s the reason I ain’t giving no pass
Blue rag and I’m blowing on gas
Got the code Imma go in your stash
Ziplocks don’t throw ’em in the trash
Wonder why these niggas don’t last
Shit’s slow but I gotta go fast
I need two zeros on the dash
I need two kilos and I need a mask
Got a stick Imma make the bitch lick
And I’m up Imma pay the bitch rent
Imma get the lil bag with the fit
Imma put a lil bag in the whip
Make a nigga get mad at a crip

Check on deck
Ok now let’s get this money
Check on deck
Shorty don’t you miss this money yeah yeah
That’s a bet
Ok I just sent the money
We done took it, pass the bag
Now lil bitch we print the money yeah yeah
Check on deck
Ok now let’s get this money
Check on deck
Shorty don’t you miss this money yeah yeah
That’s a bet
Ok I just sent the money
We done took it, pass the bag
Now lil bitch we print the money yeah yeah

Bitch I’m lit
Niggas ain’t gave me shit (ain’t gave me shit)
I’m still lit
Nobody ain’t gave me shit (ain’t gave me shit)
Look at me lit
Looking like a brand new prince
I’m so lit
How much more can you get