Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Checc, artist - Dave East. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.11.2017
Record label: FTD
Song language: English
Checc |
You dig? |
Uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this |
A lot of money, yeah, uh wait |
A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
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 fuckin' your bitch |
Wake up, and go take a trip |
I’m drunk off Champagne, and I’m orderin' 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 plottin', 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 lookin' 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 plottin', 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 lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex |
Offset! |
Bullets gon' send them a message |
Got thots and barbies sittin' 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 seein' demons and commas |
You don’t see why? |
I’ve been flexin' 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 |
Servin' 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 |
Crawlin' in the coupes, now or later |
Taking off my roof, now or later |
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 plottin', 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 lookin' 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 plottin', 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 lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex |
I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain’t nothin' that’s like my Patek |
I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin', |
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 trappin', duct tape another package |
You livin' like it couldn’t happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin' |
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 plottin', 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 lookin' 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 plottin', 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 lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex |