Publishing Checks lyrics

by

Cam’ron


[Verse 1]
(Blue Moon)
This sh*t 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 sh*t
That backpack, not that trapper sh*t
I'm addicted to fashion and b*tches 'bout action
And Visvim and moccasins
You tripping, I got the sh*t
You tripping, I got the sh*t
I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it
I make this sh*t back on my publishing

[Hook]
Check out my publishing
All the n*ggas who with me don't love a b*tch
All the n*ggas 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
b*tch I'm trying to mold you cause you'r man a hoe
Now this sh*t 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
n*ggas 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 n*ggas
Ain't back down from no n*ggas
Since I was in the county
Y'all was giving di*k to all the quarter b*tches
Put on that for the city
Record sh*t for the city
Finessing, finessing, finessing, finessing
Don't tell me they drawing, you got a minute?

[Hook]
f*ck is my publishing?
All the n*ggas who with me don't love a b*tch
All the n*ggas 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
b*tch I'm trying to mold you cause your man a hoe
Now I got this sh*t jumping like Manigault

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