Publishing Checks - Wale

This shit my destiny

Been out and I dress in Dries

An hour with the back and forth

Made a mortgage from housing beats

The devil, you 'bout to meet

Got a chopper I never squeeze

No Wahala, I play for keeps

And my drama baratata at your feet

But back to that rapper shit

That backpack, not that trapper shit

I’m addicted to fashion and bitches 'bout action

And Visvim and moccasins

You tripping, I got the shit

You tripping, I got the shit

I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it

I make this shit back on my publishing

Check out my publishing

All the niggas who with me don’t love a bitch

All the niggas who with me don’t love a hoe

Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go

Man I’m Lunch’n, I just them edibles

Now my head is spinng, where that antidote

Bitch I’m trying to mold you cause you’r man a hoe

Now this shit jump’n like Manigault

Think about it, who been alive?

They fronting on the product

Kept it real when I got my deal

In the field and I’m feeling proper

Niggas say I don’t got it

I just say I don’t get 'em

I’m a giant that play with jets

You guessed, I’m a dome splitter

Sent up some lil niggas

Ain’t back down from no niggas

Since I was in the county

Y’all was giving dick to all the quarter bitches

Put on that for the city

Record shit for the city

Finessing, finessing, finessing, finessing

Don’t tell me they drawing, you got a minute?

Fuck is my publishing?

All the niggas who with me don’t love a bitch

All the niggas who with me don’t love a hoe

Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go

And I’m lunch’n, I just ate them edibls

Now my head is spinng, where that antidote

Bitch I’m trying to mold you cause your man a hoe

Now I got this shit jumping like Manigault