Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Checkin For Ya, artist - Starlito. Album song Introversion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grind Hard
Song language: English
Checkin For Ya |
Last seen ridin' clean with some dealer plates |
Fuckin' up this rap money on lean, guns and real estate |
Just got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it |
Take a drink, I’m drowsy |
How much paper you think I’m countin'? |
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand |
My little round’ll shoot you in the face… |
Got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it |
Take a drink, I’m drowsy |
How much paper you think I’m countin'? |
I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand |
My little round’ll shoot you in the face and he ain’t gon' think about it, whoa |
I’m tryin' to stop the violence |
I’m buyin' a Glock with a silence |
You cheap and your vehicle’s leased, you tryin' to watch the mileage |
I’m countin' this fettucine, thinkin' «why was I in college?» |
A lot of niggas dissed me that I’ll probably not acknowledge |
We got homicidal hobbies |
Got no problem catchin' bodies |
I keep riders all around me |
They just wanna see me prosper |
All my shows like choir rehearsal, I’m here to preach the gospel |
All my hoes be lyin', they worsesome |
All I know is grind, keep workin' |
If you ain’t get no check, then I ain’t checkin' for ya |
Want this around my neck, I got that FN for ya |
If you ain’t gettin' no money, she won’t answer for ya |
Won’t pay these hoes no mind, too busy payin' my mortgage |
And these lawyers |
Payin' |
Used to stand on corners, hand to hand with quarters |
Now we get it transported |
Stash box in my whip, that bitch a transformer |
And I’m important, so my people import it |
Yeah, my last show, I fucked around, got ten for it |
And according to my calender, got ten more |
Play with me, you don’t know what you in for |
Still a pull up in the 'hood like what you hidden for |
Pull out, catch my plug, he waitin' at the liquor store |
Cried a thug tear yesterday, yeah, cause they picked up Roy |
Damn, I got 20 mouths to feed, plenty people countin' on me |
I’m grouchy once I down the lean |
I smoked a quarter pound this week |
I’m movin' weight, still out of shape |
My newest place is out of state |
All these hoes, they out of pocket |
All these suckers gotta pay |
Been down that road before, so I know goin' broke is not OK |
I done pulled up out at eight, noddin' but I’m wide awake |
I’ll put her on a plane, and I’ll put her out for playin' |
Hell nah, I’m not gon' change, even though I got some change |
If you ain’t get no check, then I ain’t checkin' for ya |
Want this around my neck, I got that for ya |
If you ain’t gettin' no money, she won’t answer for ya |
Won’t pay these hoes no mind, too busy payin' my mortgage |
And these lawyers |
Payin' |
Used to stand on corners, hand to hand with quarters |
Now we get it transported |