Lyrics:
they see me getting rich
I dont know they like my music or they thinking Im a lick
Had to check my fucking status A nigga prices going up
I aint throwing
chain on
I don't care what they say
I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these
grease
Cut a blank check for that grease
Jezebels wet for that grease
Get you set up by feds and police
Bless the dead, we all hopin for Peace
My bread it
Gotta let it breathe ventilate
On my way to makin' a mistake
From a different cut &
There some things that I ain't gonna take
Gotta rule but I'm
Feeling my vibe
You feeling my check (Feelin my check)
Sides are feeling all switched (All on switch)
I got the diamonds stealing your b*tch (Stealing your
looking for what's next
I'm just tryna get a check
Niggas gotta cut the check
I'm just tryna get a check
All my competition just a crash dummy test
I
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
to a check, so they can't tell me nothin'
Boy get your feet off my motherfuckin' sofa
He point the blicky, but he gonna bluff it
Niggas know 'round my way
Push pounds by the ounce when you fuck with that skunk weed
Yah that skunk weed when I'm rolling up primo
Cash a huge dab just consider that my pre toke
fraudulent, I can tell a pussy by his scent
So sorry, but the van got tipped
And out is how I'm lookin', I'm lookin' out for my people
I'm fly like I'm
Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch
Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish
Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch
Big
a bag though, runnin' up a check
'Cause I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna
Flex, headed for success
I just bought a passport, Benny
the money my destination
Young rich nigga I’m too fly
Ran it up got the check then I flew by
Heard I was packing she could tell by my shoe size
On the way
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
'bout holding bricks but ain't holding dick
Niggas talk real slick but that's about it
Soon as I see 'em headed my way, I cut 'em off quick (what?)
Damn, my rent late
Most my bills past due but my kids straight
Food stamps come in handy for them meal plates
This 9 to 5 don't cut it, need another
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
buildings
Fuck how you feelin'
Come through with the mic
Check shit and make a million
Distributin' all my portions
Niggas wanna talk shit
Babies have
It really is a shame
I feel clinically insane
Something climbing up my spine and tickling my brain
Can't get myself in check
I'm moving towards
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
bitches to basic, nah
Killing that pussy i tamed it, yeah
Get me that bag i did it for the low
Smokin' the ounces do it by the 'o
Cut me that check had
I don't keep my phone by my ear
You're the only one i wanna hear from, love
Know your sister going through a year
But i can't hit my sister to check
on opposite sex
The cream got me fiend for mass appeal scheme
Like doin' drive-bys in stretched limousines
I keep tons of guns my niggas on
The run pack
The kid don't play
And if there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby, Vanilla
Ice ice baby,
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