Check Out
Room 5 6, Room 5 6
Room 56, that's what it is
Room 56
It's lit, up in Room 56
Got everything that you wish
Some saying that life's a bitch
That ain't it, nah
Now we still in the same room, but we leaving soon
Heard that shorty coming through dressed like it's the hottest day in June
'Cause she heard a couple rappers 'bout to blow like boom, so just stay tuned
I see my young head rolling somethin'
Security in the telly be holding somethin'
But even when we make a fuss, they know it's nothing
Shit we all know what it is, don't need no discussion
And all this money we be touching
And all of these shorties that we be crushing
It's no wonder why we take all of this time out our lives
Just to chill, let loose 'till we can't function
Time ticking, don living with my hitters
Wine drinking, lime living with fine women
Eyes tinted, marijuana and henny drinking
Got me so lost I'm tryna find out what I've been in
Slowly falling into addiction
I'm my own critic, but I can't even let go of it
Lifestyle never washed
Poppin' champagne like I'm Bosh
Motherfucker watch
What you thinking, what you know?
Room five, six a metaphor for my dome
In the studio, practicing working on flows
In the gym grinding, working, made this shit my home
Strike a pose, whoah
Yo bro, I think we should link with them shorties from last night
They was fine right?
Fire
Ooh
Ha ha
You know where they gon be at tonight dawg?
Yeah, they gon be at the shpot, we out
We out dawg, let's go
Say less
Seen a bad little joint, rocking a purple wig
Told me her name, I doubt it actually is
One thing's apparent, mami clearly a ten
And the way she move that body, I'm willin' to spend a grip
Genie in a bottle, familiar with my wish
Picturing the moment while conversing over drinks
Headed downstairs, 'bout to party a bit
Shots of 1942, vibing within the mix
Oh Lord
Know you love to catch a vibe
Oh Lord
You love to party all the time
Oh Lord
Tonight we could lose our minds
Oh Lord
Shorty hella bad, still divine
Oh Lord
I'm just glad to see that shorty brought her friend through
Standing side by side, I can tell that she a ten too
So tonight I'll take the night off
But in the morning, I got business to tend to
Shit I won't give a second thought, we letting off
Bartender, pour another shot and set it off
This shorty on my dick with no intent of getting off
And they both feel the same, so we out here getting sauced, right
And that's just to say the least
Vision getting blurry, now we slurring while we speak
Shorty wanna lay, say she tired of the seats
So we back up in the room
Getting service on the sheets, sheesh
Nah I'm just playing, I'm just playing
I'm tryna get a drink right now
I mean, I'm down for that
Yeah
I'm with that too
Yeah, we'll make you something special
How much do I put in though?
Yo, just drop the whole shit in there, who cares?
His chain about to look cute on me
Alright, let's go
Waking up in the morning, did I live it up?
Room spinning, head hurting, feeling troublesome
Got this, little feeling in my gut
Is it me? Or my pockets less cumbersome
I wake up in the morning
Hardly 'member a thing
Don't know if it's the roll up
Don't know if it was the drinks
Checking in with Nomad, I'm wondering what he thinks
I see the same blank stare looking back when he blinks like, like
Like
What the fuck happened?
Think the models came through like they was strutting in a pageant
Last I remember we had shorties here laughing
Did these bitches clean us out?
Why would I even bother asking
Shit crazy
I wanna check the safe
But a nigga still stuck like I'm jogging in place
Got no time to give chase, I got no time to waste
'Cause I know they won't pay me if I'm late, got a show to make
Vámonos, homie we gotta go
Throw the clothes in the bag, the opiates we dispose
And after all our bags packed
We stepping up out the door
All I know, to each's own
This is the road I chose
Concierge, here's a couple hundred
Told her keep the change, our time is worth double
And much to my surprise, stepping to the front desk
Coulda sworn she was the one that cleaned us out while we slept
Whoah
Good afternoon gentleman
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Room 56, that's what it is
Room 56
It's lit, up in Room 56
Got everything that you wish
Some saying that life's a bitch
That ain't it, nah
Now we still in the same room, but we leaving soon
Heard that shorty coming through dressed like it's the hottest day in June
'Cause she heard a couple rappers 'bout to blow like boom, so just stay tuned
I see my young head rolling somethin'
Security in the telly be holding somethin'
But even when we make a fuss, they know it's nothing
Shit we all know what it is, don't need no discussion
And all this money we be touching
And all of these shorties that we be crushing
It's no wonder why we take all of this time out our lives
Just to chill, let loose 'till we can't function
Time ticking, don living with my hitters
Wine drinking, lime living with fine women
Eyes tinted, marijuana and henny drinking
Got me so lost I'm tryna find out what I've been in
Slowly falling into addiction
I'm my own critic, but I can't even let go of it
Lifestyle never washed
Poppin' champagne like I'm Bosh
Motherfucker watch
What you thinking, what you know?
Room five, six a metaphor for my dome
In the studio, practicing working on flows
In the gym grinding, working, made this shit my home
Strike a pose, whoah
Yo bro, I think we should link with them shorties from last night
They was fine right?
Fire
Ooh
Ha ha
You know where they gon be at tonight dawg?
Yeah, they gon be at the shpot, we out
We out dawg, let's go
Say less
Seen a bad little joint, rocking a purple wig
Told me her name, I doubt it actually is
One thing's apparent, mami clearly a ten
And the way she move that body, I'm willin' to spend a grip
Genie in a bottle, familiar with my wish
Picturing the moment while conversing over drinks
Headed downstairs, 'bout to party a bit
Shots of 1942, vibing within the mix
Oh Lord
Know you love to catch a vibe
Oh Lord
You love to party all the time
Oh Lord
Tonight we could lose our minds
Oh Lord
Shorty hella bad, still divine
Oh Lord
I'm just glad to see that shorty brought her friend through
Standing side by side, I can tell that she a ten too
So tonight I'll take the night off
But in the morning, I got business to tend to
Shit I won't give a second thought, we letting off
Bartender, pour another shot and set it off
This shorty on my dick with no intent of getting off
And they both feel the same, so we out here getting sauced, right
And that's just to say the least
Vision getting blurry, now we slurring while we speak
Shorty wanna lay, say she tired of the seats
So we back up in the room
Getting service on the sheets, sheesh
Nah I'm just playing, I'm just playing
I'm tryna get a drink right now
I mean, I'm down for that
Yeah
I'm with that too
Yeah, we'll make you something special
How much do I put in though?
Yo, just drop the whole shit in there, who cares?
His chain about to look cute on me
Alright, let's go
Waking up in the morning, did I live it up?
Room spinning, head hurting, feeling troublesome
Got this, little feeling in my gut
Is it me? Or my pockets less cumbersome
I wake up in the morning
Hardly 'member a thing
Don't know if it's the roll up
Don't know if it was the drinks
Checking in with Nomad, I'm wondering what he thinks
I see the same blank stare looking back when he blinks like, like
Like
What the fuck happened?
Think the models came through like they was strutting in a pageant
Last I remember we had shorties here laughing
Did these bitches clean us out?
Why would I even bother asking
Shit crazy
I wanna check the safe
But a nigga still stuck like I'm jogging in place
Got no time to give chase, I got no time to waste
'Cause I know they won't pay me if I'm late, got a show to make
Vámonos, homie we gotta go
Throw the clothes in the bag, the opiates we dispose
And after all our bags packed
We stepping up out the door
All I know, to each's own
This is the road I chose
Concierge, here's a couple hundred
Told her keep the change, our time is worth double
And much to my surprise, stepping to the front desk
Coulda sworn she was the one that cleaned us out while we slept
Whoah
Good afternoon gentleman
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
Checking out?
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Writer(s): Francis Rivera
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