Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Checc , by - Dave East. Song from the album Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |