Zombie Bread (Bonus)

[Lyrics: "Check" Young Thug, "Thriller" Michael Jackson]

[Chorus]
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)

[Post-Chorus]
(You try to scream)
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane

[Verse 1]
If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don't say nothin' back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Thriller
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
Thriller
If you don't owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I won't ever quit, bitch, I'm Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin' like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
Yeah, they all wanna greet him
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
No, they won't tease on that dick, they won't read on that dick
They won't leash on that dick, don't Felicia that dick
Mamacita that dick, they gon' snitch on that dick
And she screamin' loud, she can't secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I'ma gon' an' Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil' bitch, I'ma feast that lil' bitch, mm

[Chorus]
I got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
Thriller, thriller night
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
Thriller, thriller night
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Yeah, I'm like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!