Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Checking For You , by - Fly Union. Release date: 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 |