Rob $tone - Check lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] I've been gettin' to the check So I'm winnin' all summer I've been spendin' n***a's grant All mornin' all blunted I've been gettin' p**y wet All mornin' hoes love it When a n***a hit correct Bust on your whole stomach n***a get your b**h up off of me I'ma bend the b**h over till the mornin' get goin' All these n***as think the kid stop now, keep goin' Half you n***as never seen a whole pound and we know it Sip lean, pour it in the Sprite, and lean over Told you n***as I would catch you at the light, your team over b**h speak slow when you speak to King $toner Kiss my ring, check the ring, in the (?) emojis When I sing I'm the thing that's what your b**h need more of Better pour up cream soda with promethazine (?) Get green blow it in the night of (?) blood I've been gettin' to the money, nothin' less and she know it Young Rob $tone oh they love me now I know it sh** my dick needs growin' how these people be on it Boomin' on the block now, speakers keep blowin' I be boolin' on the dock with the speedboat on it Get green blow it in the night of (?) blood I've been gettin' to the money, nothin' less and she know it Big things on, check the price I just threw it You can miss me talkin' bout your pipe down story n***a [Verse 2: Spooks] It's young J Spooks I just flex on your b**h And it's only San Diego when I'm hittin' a lick Had to take a step back and really see what it is And b**h I'm spendin' plenty cash and you know what it is And yeah I get it how I want, take a look at me b**h I'm a mack and I'm a pimp, she always workin' her wrist And now we headed to the top, we started out with a miss And b**hes all about the lemons, not the cash or a fish [Verse 3: Keely] I ain't interested in business, makin' plays with my brothers Treat your b**h like the whip way I'm burnin' my rubber I know that she a thot, she like to play undercover I ain't f**in' with no lames and I ain't hangin' with s**ers She said she wanted to get discovered then she started to s** us We got lines backstage of b**hes wanting to f** us 1207 rockin' shows we love the fans they still love us We the hottest in the city, ain't nobody gon' touch us, ay You ain't gettin' nothin' if you ain't gettin' to a check f** around (?) motherf**in' sweats Woke up and got some money I ain't even break a sweat 1207 to my (?) b**h who better come correct Lights out