Checks - WARHOL.SS

We got checks

Checks, checks, checks

(Run that shit up Squill)

Yeah, yeah

Walking through the spot with foreign fabric and them diamonds on my neck

I press that peddle and that caddy get to swerving, damn near wrecked

It’s like I sneezed and caught this feeling, mama told me, «Boy, you blessed»

I ain’t no bitch, and see, I never held my tongue

We got checks, checks, checks, checks

Bitch, I got my recipe, I whip it with my left, ayy

It ain’t no more posting on the block for you lil' niggas

Most these niggas bitches, I can tell it through they pictures

Real nigga, I’m a playmaker, don’t need Instagram

Show me your true colors then I seen it, niggas super lame

Oh, he think he Superman, fire him down with God’s hand

Put that bitch on molly now she screaming out them vibes in

Coast to coast, nigga, I’m connected like Verizon

Wavy nigga, see me walking up, like that tight end

Young nigga, I was going crazy on my crime binge

Really nigga, see me coast to coast, bitch, I’m tied

Clearport, hopping on that jet, now we rising

Bitch nigga talking 'bout he getting money, nigga, lie again

Riding low, cruising something tinted, like five percent

Gang out, foreigns back to back, better hide your bitch

Walking through the spot with foreign fabric and them diamonds on my neck

I press that peddle and that caddy get to swerving, damn near wrecked

It’s like I sneezed and caught this feeling, mama told me, «Boy, you blessed»

I ain’t no bitch, and see, I never held my tongue

We got checks, checks, checks, checks

Bitch, I got my recipe, I whip it with my left, ayy

It ain’t no more posting on the block for you lil' niggas

Most these niggas bitches, I can tell it through they pictures