Check – Lakeyah (feat. Moneybagg Yo & DJ Drama)

Ain’t going back broke, I done ran up a check
Ain’t coming outside, less I’m making a check
Bitch I got on now I’m takin they checks
Throwin’ up ones make her rake up the check
I’m bout a check I got a check
Every bitch that’s wit me she fa sho got a check
Can’t play wit these hoes I ain’t sweet you get checked
If you hear that phone ring betta know it’s a check
Bitch that’s a check

I got like 30 sumn racks in this gucci bag
I pick it up and go to checkout I don’t check the tag
I don’t really want yo nigga you can get him back
Bitch stop talkin out ya ass we ain’t havin that
Checks I’m really havin that
I’m really havin that
Same bitch that say she up now
I’m laughin’ at
I’m trynna go fuck wit me you get ya cookie rolled
Face it smoke until we blind
Cataracts
Sick of these niggas
I might need a check up
Tell that broke nigga
To go run a check up
I double my profit
For book
And check up
Make it rain everyday
Still won’t go put the check up
Then put my arm in the sky
It’s a sun on my wrist
Married the money in love wit the shit
Feelin like nicki I’m sonin a bitch
Man I’m feelin like wayne having fun with this shit whip dash
Bodying bitches I’m back on they ass
Uh wrist glass
Upgraded my shit
I’m ahead of my class
I’m different from all of these bitches
I really be spitting
Came in and I stood on they necks
Really feel harder than niggas
And bitch I be spending
Cuz key really fuck up a check

Ain’t going back broke, I done ran up a check
Ain’t coming outside, less I’m making a check
Bitch I got on now I’m takin they checks
Throwin’ up ones make her rake up the check
I’m bout a check I got a check
Every bitch that’s wit me she fa sho got a check
Can’t play wit these hoes I ain’t sweet you get checked
If you hear that phone ring betta know it’s a check
Bitch that’s a check

I ain’t do none but talk my shit
Got rich niggas worried bout me (why)
Man get off my dick unfollow me (bye)
Hoe get off my page
Stop stalkin me
Bitch get off my shit especially if it ain’t bout no check (nike)
Who fuckin wit me I ain’t met em yet (no one like me)
Shorty gone fuck me cuz bus on my neck (wet)
I bet not pay for no sex (neva that)
The less you show the less they know
Mini patek blew a check on my hoe
Been a trendsetter baugettes on a rope
Chargin’ a insurance check for a show
Get me a Kevin Durant for a boat
Wockeisha half a line keep me a float
Swipe for the details when I make a post
Big speaker locked in wit the female goat
I’m bout a bag
Purple label jeans
I’m on they ass
Five different whips
Same color my rag
On a private jet no buddy pass
Guess I’m roughish had to steal my respect
He a lame then came up on a check
These R.I.P bullets go thru a vest
Custom choppas ain’t no runnin from that

Ain’t going back broke, I done ran up a check
Ain’t coming outside, less I’m making a check
Bitch I got on now I’m takin they checks
Throwin’ up ones make her rake up the check
I’m bout a check I got a check
Every bitch that’s wit me she fa sho got a check
Can’t play wit these hoes I ain’t sweet you get checked
If you hear that phone ring betta know it’s a check
Bitch that’s a check
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