Checc

(альбом: Karma - 2017)

[Dave East:]
You dig?
Uh, feel bad, go everyday
A lot of money, yeah, uh wait
A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay

Whip up a 8-ball, look like milk
Tryna take my chain and get killed
They talk like they gangsta, not built
I jump out the wraith off a pill
I fuck your bitch, I don't kiss her (never)
I don't know how it feel to miss her (I don't)
I'm on some shit, like a tissue
.50 my clip for the issue
I dropped a bag on a marching band
Sticks and drums, is you dumb?
Where I am from, we tat the hood on us
Get a gun, a nigga run
I always knew money would come
Bend your bitch over, get all in her guts
I'm kicking shit like I punt
I switch up my bitch every month
I be with blood and with crip
In love with the avenue, hugging the strip
Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get
Play 21 Savage, while fucking your bitch
Wake up, and go take a trip
I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm ordering shrimp
It ain't hard to notice I'm rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up in them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

[Offset:]
Offset!
Bullets gon' send them a message
Thots and barbies sitting all in my section
Water on my cross, on my chest like a Reverend
Tie up my shoes, little bitch, you a peasent
Yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom
I get the AP, I'm quick to go bust it
Yeah, momma told me watch the suckers
You got the check, now don't let niggas pluck you
Grandma done die now I'm cover
Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother
I want that [?] seeing demons and commas
You don't see why? I've been flexing all summer
On the narcotics then turn to a zombie
200k for the Jet, go to London
Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer
Serving the yay out my grandmama dungeon
I got a bad lil' hoe
Diamonds looking like they call lil' hoe
Perking niggas for the cash, hello
Finesse a nigga with the swag, I blow
I get the paper, smooth operator
Throw you in a pool full of gators
Crawling in the coupes, now or later
Taking off my roof, now or later

[Dave East:]
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for a check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain't nothing that's like my Patek
I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chilling, I wake up like, "Next"
I had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh
I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was and I had it on in the 'jects
Up like I don't want no rest
Gucci blue, I want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck
My foot on they neck and these bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it fit me the best
I'm in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend
If we don't know you, then we taxing
I'm from New York, she love my accent
I remember I was trapping, duct tape another package
You living like it couldn't happen, fuck nigga, you just rapping
I know some demons, I'm a savage
Molly in her, got her laughing
Don't compare, I'm not no average
Itches staring, 'cause I'm flashing

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plotting, I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' wild for check
Keep looking at paper, my eyes on a check, flex