Checc lyrics

[Intro: Dave East]
You dig?
Uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this
A lot of money, yeah, uh wait
A lot of jewelery, I look like a check n*gga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Whip up a 8-ball, look like milk
Tryna take my chain and get killed
They talk like they gangsta, not built
I jump out the wraith off a pill
I f*ck your b*tch, I don't kiss her (Never)
I don't know how it feel to miss her (I don't)
I'm on some sh*t, like a tissue
.50 my clip for the issue
I dropped a bag on a marching band
Sticks and drums, is you dumb?
Where I am from, we tat the hood on us
Get a gun, a n*gga run
I always knew money would come
Bend your b*tch over, get all in her guts
I'm kicking sh*t like I punt
I switch up my b*tch every month
I be with blood and with crip
In love with the avenue, hugging the strip
Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get
Play 21 Savage, while f*ckin' your b*tch
Wake up, and go take a trip
I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm orderin' shrimp
It ain't hard to notice I'm rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick
[Chorus: Dave East]
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for a check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Bullets gon' send them a message
Got thots and barbies sittin' all in my section
Water on my cross, on my chest like a Reverend
Tie up my shoes, little b*tch, you a peasent
Yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom
I get the AP, I'm quick to go bust it
Yeah, momma told me watch the suckers
You got the check, now don't let n*ggas pluck you
Grandma done die now I'm cover
Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother
I want that [?] seein' demons and commas
You don't see why? I've been flexin' all summer
On the narcotics then turn to a zombie
200k for the Jet, go to London
Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer
Servin' the yay out my grandmama dungeon
I got a bad lil' hoe
Diamonds looking like they call lil' hoe
Perking n*ggas for the cash, hello
Finesse a n*gga with the swag, I blow
I get the paper, smooth operator
Throw you in a pool full of gators
Crawlin' in the coupes, now or later
Taking off my roof, now or later
[Chorus: Dave East]
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for a check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

[Verse 3: Dave East]
I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain't nothin' that's like my Patek
I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin', I wake up like, "Next"
I had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh
I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was and I had it on in the 'jects
Up like I don't want no rest
Gucci blue, I want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck
My foot on they neck and these b*tches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it fit me the best
I'm in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend
If we don't know you, then we taxing
I'm from New York, she love my accent
I remember I was trappin', duct tape another package
You livin' like it couldn't happen, f*ck n*gga, you just rappin'
I know some demons, I'm a savage
Molly in her, got her laughing
Don't compare, I'm not no average
Itches staring, 'cause I'm flashing
[Chorus: Dave East]
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
I run up them dollars, I look like a check
All my young n*ggas gon' wild for a check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex