Check - Rob $tone

I’ve been gettin' to the check

So I’m winnin' all summer

I’ve been spendin' nigga’s grant

All mornin' all blunted

I’ve been gettin' pussy wet

All mornin' hoes love it

When a nigga hit correct

Bust on your whole stomach

Nigga get your bitch up off of me

I’ma bend the bitch over till the mornin' get goin'

All these niggas think the kid stop now, keep goin'

Half you niggas never seen a whole pound and we know it

Sip lean, pour it in the Sprite, and lean over

Told you niggas I would catch you at the light, your team over

Bitch speak slow when you speak to King $toner

Kiss my ring, check the ring, in the (?) emojis

When I sing I’m the thing that’s what your bitch need more of

Better pour up cream soda with promethazine (?)

Get green blow it in the night of (?) blood

I’ve been gettin' to the money, nothin' less and she know it

Young Rob $tone oh they love me now I know it

Shit my dick needs growin' how these people be on it

Boomin' on the block now, speakers keep blowin'

I be boolin' on the dock with the speedboat on it

Get green blow it in the night of (?) blood

I’ve been gettin' to the money, nothin' less and she know it

Big things on, check the price I just threw it

You can miss me talkin' bout your pipe down story nigga

It’s young J Spooks I just flex on your bitch

And it’s only San Diego when I’m hittin' a lick

Had to take a step back and really see what it is

And bitch I’m spendin' plenty cash and you know what it is

And yeah I get it how I want, take a look at me bitch

I’m a mack and I’m a pimp, she always workin' her wrist

And now we headed to the top, we started out with a miss

And bitches all about the lemons, not the cash or a fish

I ain’t interested in business, makin' plays with my brothers

Treat your bitch like the whip way I’m burnin' my rubber

I know that she a thot, she like to play undercover

I ain’t fuckin' with no lames and I ain’t hangin' with suckers

She said she wanted to get discovered then she started to suck us

We got lines backstage of bitches wanting to fuck us

1207 rockin' shows we love the fans they still love us

We the hottest in the city, ain’t nobody gon' touch us, ay

You ain’t gettin' nothin' if you ain’t gettin' to a check

Fuck around (?) in some motherfuckin' sweats

Woke up and got some money I ain’t even break a sweat

1207 to my (?) bitch who better come correct

Lights out