will.i.am & Nicki Minaj – Check It Out Lyrics

Check It Out

will.i.am & Nicki Minaj

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"Check It Out." - will.i.am & Nicki Minaj

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:23 pm

Album: Pink Friday (Complete Edition)

Track No: 08

Oh-ah-oh-ah
Oh-ah-oh-ah
Oh-ah-oh-ah
Oh-ah-oh-ah
Step-step-step up in the party like my name was That Bitch
All these haters mad because I'm so established
They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fuckin' savage
Haters, you can kill yourself
Uh-uh-uh
In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone
Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain't coming back this time
I can't believe it, it's so amazing
This club is heated, this party's blazin'
I can't believe it, this beat is bangin'
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
Hey, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, ch-check it out
Check it out, check it out
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it now
Check it out, check it out
Check it out
And-and-and-and
Step-step-step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hatin' naggers ain't got naythin' on me
Honestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you Wiki "Willy", you get "Super O.G."
Honeys always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Dummies, they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky-high
I stay niggarific, you don't need to ask why
You just got see with your eyes
I can't believe it, it's so amazing
This club is heated, this party's blazin'
I can't believe it, this beat is bangin'
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
Hey, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, ch-check it out
Check it out, check it out
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it now
Check it out, check it out
Check it out
Check this motherfucker out
It got me in the club, in the club just rocking like this
Oh, oh
Da dun dun, the sun done
Yep, the sun done
Came up but we still up in dungeon
Da dun dun, yup, in London
Competition? Why, yes, I would love some
How the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done?
Mad 'cause I'm getting money in abundance
Man, I can't even count all these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest, fuck my nemesis
Exclamation just for emphasis
And I don't sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes like some pimple shit
And put an iron to your face, you old wrinkled, bitch
This is Mega ****, Ultra Nigmatic
Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio, hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank means we getting top dollar
I'm a big baller, you a little smaller
Step up to my level, need grow a little taller
I'm a shot caller, get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua, I'm a Rottweiler
I can't believe it, it's so amazing
I can't believe it, this beat is bangin'
I can't believe it, it's so amazing
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
Hey, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, ch-check it out
Check it out, check it out
Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling it now
Check it out, check it out
Check it out

Writer(s): William Adams, Trevor Horn, James Brown, Geoff Downes, Onika Maraj & Bruce Woolley.

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