Roc Marciano, Quelle Chris, Blu - Cut the Check lyrics
[Roc Marciano, Quelle Chris, Blu - Cut the Check lyrics]
Yeah, this is all our turf, Warriors
Won't let them niggas slick
Us with their slickery
Paying money to the coroner
Them old "blah blah blah" niggas is boring ya
We glide on the scene like Gumby nigga
Estefan, Gloria
Will it be all over in the morning?
Fuck that nigga, cash is calling
Keep me breathing, like nigga in the morning
Keep your teeth white
Right from under your nose, master thieves
Carti on the trapper but
Still snatch the cheese
Two Gs, green and green
Go hand in hand like cookies and cream
(Bum ass niggas) that's pussy and cash rules
Everything around me cookies and cream (Uh)
That's pussy and cash rules
Everything around me cookies and cream
Yeah, yo, Cali weed in the Swisher
Laying on the fishnet on
The beam with Melissa
Keep the lean in the pitcher
Potent green with my team in the picture
Catch ya queen in the shitter
Might sacrifice ya bishop
Uh, the motif's never show teeth
Snow beast, level o-geese
We put the coke in them streets
My old shit is heat, I'm currently at my peak
(Top notch) trial by fire
Pliers something thick like Mya in a choir
The fiend wore a wire word to Lil Rock
I serve crackheads little rocks
Niggas gangbanging out in Little Rock
Black skully in the summer
Lick a hundred out the Hummer
Sound like a drummer, newcomer
Go hard like the Dream in the paint
Niggas think it's a game but it ain't
I'm saying
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
It goes, uh, cake out the bank like a bakery
Bread rolls out that bag that
They stuff for me
Lex-o seats heat up so comfortably
Head from hoes, head honchos
Come fuck with me jeeves, cut the cheese
Cut the wine ma, uh, the moolah
Six stars, big cars big body, big sparks
Big heart artichokes with the cigar
The lick on the roll always make the hard
We living large, getting ours
And give it back to the titty bar, it's yours
We make it rain, Dustin Hoffman
Dust him off man, he was a boss man
Big Slauson flossing like the Baldwin Hills
Ball point skill, James Bulger
In the hills with the tall thing, dark skin
Blonde babe, hard licks
Woke up and my brain was doing Mark Spitz
More money gotta get made
And you know me, I gotta get paid
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
Won't let them niggas slick
Us with their slickery
Paying money to the coroner
Them old "blah blah blah" niggas is boring ya
We glide on the scene like Gumby nigga
Estefan, Gloria
Will it be all over in the morning?
Fuck that nigga, cash is calling
Keep me breathing, like nigga in the morning
Keep your teeth white
Right from under your nose, master thieves
Carti on the trapper but
Still snatch the cheese
Two Gs, green and green
Go hand in hand like cookies and cream
(Bum ass niggas) that's pussy and cash rules
Everything around me cookies and cream (Uh)
That's pussy and cash rules
Everything around me cookies and cream
Yeah, yo, Cali weed in the Swisher
Laying on the fishnet on
The beam with Melissa
Keep the lean in the pitcher
Potent green with my team in the picture
Catch ya queen in the shitter
Might sacrifice ya bishop
Uh, the motif's never show teeth
Snow beast, level o-geese
We put the coke in them streets
My old shit is heat, I'm currently at my peak
(Top notch) trial by fire
Pliers something thick like Mya in a choir
The fiend wore a wire word to Lil Rock
I serve crackheads little rocks
Niggas gangbanging out in Little Rock
Black skully in the summer
Lick a hundred out the Hummer
Sound like a drummer, newcomer
Go hard like the Dream in the paint
Niggas think it's a game but it ain't
I'm saying
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
It goes, uh, cake out the bank like a bakery
Bread rolls out that bag that
They stuff for me
Lex-o seats heat up so comfortably
Head from hoes, head honchos
Come fuck with me jeeves, cut the cheese
Cut the wine ma, uh, the moolah
Six stars, big cars big body, big sparks
Big heart artichokes with the cigar
The lick on the roll always make the hard
We living large, getting ours
And give it back to the titty bar, it's yours
We make it rain, Dustin Hoffman
Dust him off man, he was a boss man
Big Slauson flossing like the Baldwin Hills
Ball point skill, James Bulger
In the hills with the tall thing, dark skin
Blonde babe, hard licks
Woke up and my brain was doing Mark Spitz
More money gotta get made
And you know me, I gotta get paid
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sippin' on the Moet
Niggas know what I rep
Bitches blowin' the head
Huh, go cut the motherfucking check
Uh, go cut the motherfucking check