Young Smokes

"Another cheque"

[Chorus]
Cause all this moncler
And Balenciaga pairs
Now I’m meeting all these girls by the pair
I’m in a brand new merc
Give my chick air
Now she blow me up callin me a j*rk
All this Louis on my neck
And Louis on my crep
Got these rappers lookin
Thinkin I’m a friend
Got me blowin out the most with these £50 notes
Damn I think I’m bout to blow another cheque
[Verse 1]
Yo I ended up in jail
They said that I got to stop
A lot of opps I give them smoke like a coffee shop
My racks going up like suicide doors
If you take one of mine
I’mma take three of yours
These ain’t regular stones
Go check the clarity
I burse man astaghfurallah
I give to charity
My probation thinks I got white and B lines
What I lost an R8
I could if copped three times
I’m VIP in the club
No ID on the door
I used to run a trap line until my feet went sour
My Chanel runners cost me a thousand a pair
I can’t provoke cause I don’t know which ones I wanna to wear
They see me flying in my whip
And they ask me for a pic
But this pic ain’t for no f*cking Instagram
She wants a getaway trip so I put bricks in her whip
Baby these rappers ain’t seen no kilogram
Boss man I want both
I can’t choose by choice
Give my worker a pack
Tell him bank it like Lloyd’s
So much shells on the phone
That this slim says fool
H got the long stick
But we don’t play pool
[Chorus]
Cause all this moncler
And Balenciaga pairs
Now I’m meeting all these girls by the pair
I’m in a brand new merc
Give my chick air
Now she blow me up callin me a j*rk
All this Louis on my neck
And Louis on my crep
Got these rappers lookin
Thinkin I’m a friend
Got me blowin out the most with these £50 notes
Damn I think I’m bout to blow another cheque
[Verse 2]
I see these rappers copying
Man they wanna be me
Your the btec version
Ill tell you that for free
I turned 18 with a hundred grand off the streets
I’m still hustling like I ain’t seen my first key
I get p*ssed but this money makes me feel okayyy
They think I’m cray cause I do a mazza broad dayyy
I still pull up to the kerb giving cheap deals
She can’t hug me cause my tee cost 3 bills
How them man do me dirty
How they do me like that
Now my PO asking me where your moving my strap
They ain’t never grew up broke on a council estate
Before your birthday you’ll get a new .38
I’m at the show with it on me
So I’m walking funny
She wanna talk star signs I just wanna talk money
In my [?] I’m listening to one extra
Meanwhile the cats knocking they want one extra
[Chorus]
Cause all this moncler
And Balenciaga pairs
Now I’m meeting all these girls by the pair
I’m in a brand new merc
Give my chick air
Now she blow me up callin me a j*rk
All this Louis on my neck
And Louis on my crep
Got these rappers lookin
Thinkin I’m a friend
Got me blowin out the most with these £50 notes
Damn I think I’m bout to blow another cheque

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