Check

I just want a check [x3] Black sheep 2 Just got the call Bird hit me up, he like, "let go move this raw" I got dope in my jaw They talk to police, we gon' lay down the law I ain't saying i did nothing But my intuition, that crime pays I get my money Five ways, six ways, seven ways I'm always grinding I'm always on to my next phase Always walk with my chest out I got chest pains Took your girl to my condo Now her g-string, it got wet stains She was praying for a diamond, so i took that bitch to a Met's game Scooted off on my jet plane She analzying my text message She a left brain She got neck pain She been sucking dick for too long She got the best frame I swear to god I don't want no drama from your baby momma I just want a bank account with eighty commas I'm just trying to pull out a Mercedes on 'em I got my ducks all in a line, check! No fucks on my mind, check! No luck, it's just grind, check! And i'm tucking a nine, check! I just want me that check! I just want me that check! Big Cash Money charm on my neck Roll around dumbing out about respect I got plugs that do too much drugs They get wasted don't need collect She got face and gonna need more neck I got brakes and don't need no Ref I got tapes that cause me more stress But i got pace and don't need no rest I've been grinding my ass off My feet on the asphalt Up late and the cash talk Smoking on bath salt I think it's my Dad's fault Standing outside of my crib on a shroom And i ain't got a clue where i am Pop me a Xan Betting my people for two hundred grand Smoking like two hundred grams I swear to god I don't want no drama from your baby momma I just want a bank account with eighty commas Man these rappers pussy, and they stay with drama Stay with Drama I got my ducks all in a line, check! No fucks on my mind, check! No luck, it's just grind, check! And i'm tucking a nine, check! I just want me that check! I just want me that check! I just want a check [x4] We don't give no fucks about none money and cars We just wan' be in charge Don't act like i ain't in touch with my soul Can i reach for the stars I've been on route to my prime My mommma struggled and it made me grind They ain't this hungry it's best they resign Everytime i drop let 'em glimpse the divine I turn up for the check Three days and ain't nobody slept My team come for the industry neck We signed with Cash Money That's cause they came in correct I'm the best fucking secret they kept To 'Em my respect from the Pro's in the business Oh i'm gonna take it with god as my witness Run up a check like it's some type of fitness We serve 'em plates, they was dirty as dishes I'm so ambition If money the root of all evil, then i need forgiveness Bird just spent what i was worth at the club Oh, i think i got the sickness Been in the struggle for so long that now i'm on top and know i can forget this Ballin' so hard that i torn my Meniscus Black sheep 2 this shit is relentless!