Kris Minor - Publishing Checks lyrics

[Verse 1] (Blue Moon) This sh** 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** That backpack, not that trapper sh** I'm addicted to fashion and b**hes 'bout action And Visvim and moccasins You tripping, I got the sh** You tripping, I got the sh** I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it I make this sh** back on my publishing [Hook] Check out my publishing All the n***as who with me don't love a b**h All the n***as 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**h I'm trying to mold you cause you'r man a hoe Now this sh** 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***as 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***as Ain't back down from no n***as Since I was in the county Y'all was giving dick to all the quarter b**hes Put on that for the city Record sh** for the city Finessing, finessing, finessing, finessing Don't tell me they drawing, you got a minute? [Hook] f** is my publishing? All the n***as who with me don't love a b**h All the n***as 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**h I'm trying to mold you cause your man a hoe Now I got this sh** jumping like Manigault