| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| I got, I got, I got, I got
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| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| (I got) people telling me the wrong things
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| (I got) niggas with me that is gon' swing
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| (I got) stripper bitches with some tongue rings
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| (I got) relationships, the on and off things
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| (I got) music that be goin' over heads
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| (I got) a woman that just missed her period
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| (I got) bunch of beefin' with my siblings
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| (I got) check up in the cut I didn’t cash
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| Do it for the money like computer keyboards
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| You will get the bar if you’re looking at yours
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| Niggas know the main goal to put the team on
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| Always need mine but I never need yours
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| Hollow called me up like you should’ve been on
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| Swear that I’ma get it 'fore the age of 24
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| Fuck niggas hatin', tell them niggas carry on
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| Verses so fly that these shits a carry on
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| Fuck niggas gon' hate on me anyway
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| Say I produce, hop on a track and get renegaded
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| Yeah I got the juice and I got the noose that cannot be hanged with
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| Yeah tell Mr. Huxtable that I want his spot at the walk of fame, bitch
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| I’m young and reckless, you can probably tell by all this Henny that I got up
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| in my cup
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| Got all these niggas in my pocket, why these niggas steady clocking,
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| bet they hope that I go broke and run it up
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| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| I got, I got, I got, I got
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| I got checks I ain’t cash, I ain’t wanna brag
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| I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash
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| (I got) niggas and they pray for my downfall
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| (I got) dogs and they bust at Greyhounds, y’all
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| (I got) a bag of hashtags, straight pounds yo
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| (I got) haters so I don’t stay around y’all
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| (I got) problems, for money I’ll two step
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| (I got) a chopper I ain’t get to use yet
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| (I got) commas I ain’t get through yet
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| (I got) phone blowin' up, missed calls like a new ref
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| Or the fourth quarter, pound only two left
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| Plug life, more money but I do less
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| Niggas grade A but they got a few F’s
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| No we don’t play boy, no Hugh Heff
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| Kill it, apocalyptic, accounts that’s filled with a lot of digits
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| Money in the air, and I gotta get it
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| Got my checks up, doctors visits
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| Found a lot of snakes, I ain’t tryna get bit
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| All I hear is hissing
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| Money so long I’ma need a intermission
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| I ball big, kinda like the Simpsons
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| I could never go broke, weed money looking like coco
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| I kinda wanna be like lobos
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| But for now I’m ghost though
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| (I got) pound of the pint for the 25
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| Only look at things from the money side
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| Laughing to the bank, I’m a funny guy
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| Gotta keep the thing by the tummy, ah
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| Talked to the real, hope the fake die
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| Y’all say the heart black like Akon
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| And your bitch give me box like Layla
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| And I knock it out the park like A-Rod
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| (I got) checks I ain’t even got to cash yet
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| Talking rich, I been like Affleck
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| But they don’t really hear me, man they act deaf
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| Like a Nike warehouse, got mad checks
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| Got the traphouse jumping like a system in it
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| Got a pile full of checks that they wish I finished
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| Talkin' bread I can’t pass like it’s the limit
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| All this Jersey-ness, I need Mitchell in it
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| I got gold in my mouth like I’m from the south side
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| I got bitches all in my room with they mouth wide
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| I got bitches that swallow for green like popye
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| I got niggas that really know that I’m 'bout mine
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| I got people that wanna know why I’m not signed
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| I am really the black sheep, I am not lyin'
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| I know a group of friends that I fucked, I’m talkin' all five
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| Now they hit me and act like they got the wrong line (Shit)
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| That’s what happen when you stunt with the kid
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| You ain’t know a nigga talk like this
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| Finally 'bout to pay my tuition
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| I ain’t doin' no more wishing
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| Bitch I’m well off, don’t you get it?
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| Paris to Africa, the whole world listening
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| Fuck am I concerned with a nigga in my city?
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| Still wiggin' out, call me Z-O-Wiggins
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| Khaled on the text and he told me go get it
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| Sending out the beats and the niggas don’t pick 'em
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| Shit so flames they don’t know what to do with 'em
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| 609 the wave and you can’t get a ripple
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| Made «Started» niggas made Willingboro wiggle
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| Fuck I look like even hatin' on your ass
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| When a young nigga still got checks in the stash |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Checks In The Stash , by - Mike Zombie. Song from the album Humble Genius, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп