Rich Homie Quan - Playin round wit dat check lyrics

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Rich Homie Quan - Playin round wit dat check lyrics

Smoking like a chimney All i know is fire Whip it like a chemist I'm higher than Mariah Rest in peace to micheal Jackson i'm in the And they let me out for a minute I'm going back in like I left something One of the best of em and I swear I ain't like the rest of em And I check some If you flexin V12 my lexus They suggest us to go broke Cause we finesse them with that dope And they respect the game cause they know Thats just the way that it go Like a dealer in Vegas I pull cards East Atlanta made a hood starve, Rich Homies who I do it for I was in Bedford pine on boulevard Getting off that work and ima spend it till it's gone Put a door on the beat I go in on every song I go I I go I go in on every song, go in on every song, go in on every so-ong I go I I go I go in on every song I I I I go in on every so-ong Teasey here so we back at it I'm short stackin, back handin First cla** that pack landin Hitting home runs in battin practice That wood back got cork in it Baking soda got a fork with it She seen how long my check was and she tried to make me her boyfriend Stay out all night but ima go in No choice with, i'm endorsed with Gucci, louis my sports gear I stay up like a fork lift For da n***a hatin I got stupid surveillance I put cameras in the porsche rear sh** go more real with only one bullet I was forced to k** The beat, the instrumental, whatever you call it I said it to my realm, I gotta give him credit for it D.I. I see you bruh, I go in on every song A feature, what I need it for I go I I go I go in on every song, go in on every song, go in on every so-ong I go I I go I go in on every song I I I I go in on every so-ong Go in on every song Spit flame in every line Tell my story cross my t's and dot my i's sh** a'int sweet, we got k**ers that sleep in every spot sh** get deep wit no shovel n***as die every night Rest in peace to d-rock, free my n***a chicken You gotta dance for me and the n***as with me I got a smothered onion Off that Cajun chicken And if your pockets broke let this paper fix it You can take a picture only with the flash off No lights on when my ice on That'll make me pa** out You a**ed out like an exposed who*e I go in like a closed door every song I go I I go I go in on every song, go in on every song, go in on every so-ong I go I I go I go in on every song I I I I go in on every so-ong

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