Publishing Checks

[Verse 1] (Blue Moon) 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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? [Chorus] 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