Checks

[Intro]

Ayy, Ramy, light up another blunt, bro

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Yeah

[Chorus]

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Verse 1]

It’s a rock and roll, call— call— call me in the [?]

I blow it by the O, I’ll show you how I roll

Hitting licks on the low, it’s a Taliban flow

When I let up [?], bend a file ‘til it close

Finna sit on some more, pour the rest on the floor

Keep a thirty for you hoes, I been playin’ ‘round for sure

Goin’ global with the bros

In a Jeep with no doors

Got the choppa, it’s exposed

I’ma ride for my bros

[Bridge]

Yeah the fake ones, yeah they always talkin’

Take some, we gon’ blitz on offense

White on white, with the Miami Dolphins

Play around, and I'ma dig your coffin

[Chorus]

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Verse 2]

I’m on my own high, I wanna be you

Who don't wanna see you, can’t even feel you

Running through the real you, hit it in the rear view

I know they want the deal too, young Donny bulletproof

I’m the right one ‘cause I know myself

Sip on the lean ‘cause I know my health

Can’t hit your weed if it ain’t top shelf

I ride through the hood with a Kevlar vest

I'm a Don dada, come from the West

I’m packin’ the 9, [?]

I’m taking your shit and I’m giving you less

Don Donny, yeah I lit up finesse shit

Wide up for [?] extension

Pussy nigga, you don’t want me to test you

LA, pull up in the Tesla

FaceTime with the money, I’m telling you

Benz truck and I pull up with extras

[?] with the crust, i’m smelling you

[?]

I done run a real bag, i’m telling you

[Chorus]

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

Slap her heart of cash on the table

I been going hella hard, now I’m able

Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo

I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Instrumental]