WhooKilledKenny, Lil Baby - Check On Me lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[WhooKilledKenny, Lil Baby - Check On Me lyrics]

BL$$D i got the check on me
They cannot check on me, yeah, ayy
Check on me, check on me
I keep a check on me
Now I gotta whole lotta money
Now I gotta whole lotta money
Now I gotta whole lotta money, yeah

Yeah, and I got the check on me
Fuck nigga can't flex on me
Tryna steal my recipe (yeah, ayy)
A lot in the stash spot, and
I ran the block hot, 'til I had a fat knot
Yeah I got the check on me
I got the check on me i got the check on me
Yeah I got a check on me
Fuck nigga don't check on me
Can't get no sauce for free
Still gotta pay the fee
Yeah I got a check on me

Yeah I got a big, big, big bag
I can get a nigga touched like tag
I don't know you, nigga you gon get taxed
I can't fuck a bitch if she don't get waxed
Smoking on Gelato put me in a vibe
When you talk to me, look me in my eyes
We keep them drums like a marching band
We already fucked, now I want your friend
(Oh yeah)
Racks on me like ID, fuck nigga don't try me
Keep the heat right beside me
Should've kept it cool like AC
Seen the money, got mesmerized
Flippin' packs like it's advertised
Opportunities, had to capitalize
Dirty money, had to sanitize

Everyday I wake up, got that check on me
(I keep a check on me)
These niggas really mad because I'm next
On me (yeah)
Self made nigga, got it all out the street
I'm runnin' to the money
Like a fuckin' athlete (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, and I got the check on me
Fuck nigga can't flex on me
Tryna steal my recipe (yeah, ayy)
A lot in the stash spot, and
I ran the block hot, 'til I had a fat knot
Yeah I got the check on me
I got the check on me i got the check on me
Yeah I got a check on me
Fuck nigga don't check on me
Can't get no sauce for free
Still gotta pay the fee
Yeah I got a check on me

I got a check on me like I'm from Nike Town
(yeah)
Say he up and loaded, we gon' knock him down
They gon' throw in the towel, the 5th round
We gon break that bitch down
Like a whole pound (Whole pound)
In Miami I'm runnin' with Zoe Pounds
(Zoe Pound)
In Atlanta I'm keepin' my trey pound
(Trey pound)
I done blew up, what they got to say now?
(Say)
You can get up out my face now (Ya feel me?)
Ridin' round with them sticks (yeah)
Pull up on a nigga bitch (yeah)
Ten thousand on my fit (yeah)
Hundred thousand on my wrist (yeah)
I'm sellin' these bricks
They callin' me a brick layer
I fuck a nigga bitch
Call me nigga bitch slayer
On the block every morning like Tom Joyner
Ran that shit up, my car foreign
Bitch in the back, I don't need a women
She got a good head on her shoulder
She didn't even get no diploma
Me, myself, and I, I'm a loner
Came up from nothin', I was hungry
Now I got a whole lot of money
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, and I got the check on me
Fuck nigga can't flex on me
Tryna steal my recipe (yeah, ayy)
A lot in the stash spot, and
I ran the block hot, 'til I had a fat knot
Yeah I got the check on me
I got the check on me i got the check on me
Yeah I got a check on me
Fuck nigga don't check on me
Can't get no sauce for free
Still gotta pay the fee
Yeah I got a check on me

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