CHECK! (B)

[Intro]

Uh-huh, uh

Check

[Verse 1]

I say fee-fi-fo-fum, I go dumb

Like a skinny blonde with big titties and no bum

Or big titties and big ass with no brain

And an OnlyFans link in her bio with no shame

At least, she gettin' money when they click the Linktree

But I don't spend no money when I tell her, "Link me"

I DM about some shit that I don't care about

And if she do reply, get her number and start talkin' freaky

Look, a broke bitch ain't got shit on me

A urinal, don't you ever try to shit on me

A funeral gon' come after that, don't forget that I rap rap

No, for real, I'm wrappin' bodies literally

That ain't a figure of speech, used to live on Figueroa Street

Before my figures hit five, six, and seven, four was me

Foe still is me, bitch, I'm your biggest enemy

Foe, get it? Weak, in a week, y'all barely passin' three

[Chorus]

I say, "Who's that knocking at the door?"

It was just a customer tryna' cop an O

Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows

I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough

Unless you got a check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)

[Verse 2]

Glock on my right? (Yup) Bad bitch (Yup)

I sleep like a baby with these things around my bed

Daydream on a date, she's like, "What's inside your head?"

I point to the waiter, and I tell her ass, "Check"

I ain't got no time to be broke

You send a song and I don't know you, send it back with a quote

See, where I'm from, we tell the truth, unless this shit under oath

And, yes, she see that I'm the truth, that's why she doing the most

But I will never elope, I'm sorta married to dough

And if she don't know how to bake, then baby girl gotta go

And I ain't bringin' in no babies 'til my figures is eight

And I'm retirin' at 40, disappear with no trace

I stay ahead of the race, and stay away from the flakes

And stay away from the Jakes, and stay away from the hate

Although they been around lately, stay away from the fakes

'Cause If I got a problem with you, say it straight to your face

[Chorus]

"Who's that knocking at the door?"

It was just a customer tryna cop an O

Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows

I can’t open up, 'cause I stick to the dough

Unless you got a check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)

Check (Check), check (Check)