Checks lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Hook]
Yeah, I ain’t met a chick inside this world that I cannot smash
I be wearing so much damn designer I don’t match
Walk inside the club these n*ggas know I’m spending cash
I be blowing bands, I’m all about my bands
If that pus*y good, I write a check [x3]
I be writing checks, I’m all about my checks

[Verse 1]
I just flew from New York to LA right on a jet
I asked your b*tch if she ever gave brain on a jet
I ain’t tryna front or tryna stunt, but I just flex
So what is next, I told her
Maybe you can meet my friends and we can all be friends
We can do the seven weekend inside my bed
I can’t lie, I’m hypnotized from that head
I need that neck, straight up

[Bridge]
Shawty do her thing, she pop it then she drop it low
Love it when she arch her back and then she touch her toes
Love it when I hit it from the side, I pump it slow
I let em know, straight up

[Hook]
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