Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Checking For You, artist - Fly Union.
Date of issue: 02.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Checking For You |
Yeah |
It’s the Greater Than Club |
Uh |
Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall |
Pull up to the Four Seasons gripping my balls |
Hangin' out the Wrangler like motherfuck a law |
Nigga I ain’t fuck with y’all before I went on tour |
Shit I’m back |
And I don’t fuck with y’all |
You see who I’m wit' no I ain’t gotta name drop |
Bus 'em in, I fly 'em in that’s game for all of y’all |
No nigga can guard me only Skylar Diggins one on one |
R&B singers one and done |
Like one hit then you never hear from |
Niggas in they feelings throwing shade at the sun |
But that ain’t nothing new |
All you gone do |
Is make a nigga like me not fuck with a nigga like you |
Fly dot U, where dreams come true |
And I ain’t never ask a nigga where the hoes at |
My house key the only thing I gave and took back |
It’s hoes here, how much do I not give a fuck if you rap |
If you strapped better pull it |
If you pull it better shoot it |
My lil cous' almost dodged that bullet |
Wish he did but I gotta keep it moving |
The Greater Than Club is the movement |
Uh-oh-ohh |
Ain’t nobody checkin' for you (Ain't nobody checkin' for you) |
Ain’t nobody checkin' for you |
God damn I brought the sand to the kitchen |
Marble floors slip and slide with the dishes |
All my niggas got a on they wrists |
Leave yo ass at the dock when we fishin' |
Hundred bottles of that Dom P |
Coulda' paid tuition |
If you wanna clock checks, pay attention |
Members only, going loco at the Soho |
Put your phone away, a photo is a no-no |
Spanish mami brown, I call her Cocoa |
And everything we do is on the low-low |
Nine-eleven got the valet grinnin' |
Got a thing for all these half-bred women |
Watch a nigga fly the coupe, no chicken |
APB a nigga’s roof, went missin' |
Where yo drawls go? |
Poof, magician |
There the law go «Woo», I’m missin' |
Yeah |
Swear to God, life so real |
Nine-one-one, whip appeal |
Tell me something I do not know |
You can’t see me but you see these bottles |
My niggas here, my niggas here |
Catch a contact over here |
Whole lotta luxury it ain’t fair |
When you with us everything on the house |
On the couch like a motherfucka |
They 'bout to hate motherfucka |
Cause you can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me |
I rep, my town |
Northside, in route |
For now, I go |
I, I slay |
Anything that come my way, anything that come my way |
I go, I slay |
Anything that come my way |