Check On A Check ft. Sarod Lyrics

What you gon' do for the check

What would you do

Now what would you do

Now what could you do wit' a check

What's there to do with a check

What you gon' do for the check

What would you do

Now what would you do

Now what could you do wit' a check

What's there to do with a check

I threw my shawty a text

I'm coming through wit a check

Get one for me then get one for you

I still I got a few wit a check

Im still getting use to the check

I never knew bout a check

Another for me another for you

Shit I just blew through a check

What you gon' do for the check

Lie to your brother bout stealing his jewelry cuz you don't work for the check

now you doing dirt for the check

Break in the house put the gun to they mouth now you ready to hurt for the check

Ready to Merc for the check

I'll do the verse for the check

Home was really only half way

Dirty house and got a half gate

Now we load em by the bag weight

Christion Lou Bouton ash tray

Remember being so broke there use to be a time I couldn't give a hand shake

Now the money rolling and I couldn't hold it I ain't stopping even wit a hand break

Fuck it keep it on counting till my hands break

For all the times I came in last place

This ain't nothing like my last whip

And this ain't nothing like my last place

I told lil momma we could slow down

Girl I'm retired from the last race

She never told me that I could leave

But girl you know I get a check

What you gon' do for the check

What would you do

Now what would you do

Now what could you do wit' a check

What's there to do with a check

What you gon' do for the check

What would you do

Now what would you do

Now what could you do wit' a check

What's there to do with a check

Before you go check on a check

Make sure that you check on your father and mamy

If i wasnt verified would you still check on me out in miami

I remember it was checker burgers

Now its prime 112 double patties

And im stackin the cheese

By the caseload lotta queso

Gotta uncle sam me

Im finally driving a car I deserve

My bitch got a body that's better than Pamela

She found a man that can handle her curves

And im yellin swerve

I made it my mission

You could say that i enable addition

I use to get paid to show face at the door

Now i'm making my way thru the kitchen

They mad that i'm bragging and focus

I ran out the mud with an easel and easily gave u my magnum opus

I lookout for maggots and locus

Theres some bloodsuckas

Dressed as thugs

Trying to take it from us

Rather get a check

Instead of check on us

If u checking on me better check the numbers

Homie thats real

I get money

I get paid