Check On It
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
Brand new drip
Got a hurricane wrist
Thunderstorm engine in that brand new whip
Red Ferrari never wanna park
Black Ferrari drive it like go cart
Got a rich boy I call him Tony Stark
I get two of everything
My closet Noah's ark
New Birkin and he surf it
In the Maybach closed curtains
Boutiques I treat 'em like the Walmart
LV, Dior and Chrome Hearts
Tell me who the fairest there is
Now drop to ya knees like a marriage
Harry Winston for the jewels
Loub for the shoes
Need a plumber for the drip
Those are the rules
I ain't saying I'm depressed
When I say I got the blues
Gotta bag full of hundreds
How many I'mma use
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
But look
I ain't got a bit of Tony Stark in me
I'd rather watch Mad Max settle the score
I tend to keep 40 in the bed or the drawer
Carefree while I hit it
You'll begging for more
Jus cuz it happened that don't mean it mean nun
Like damn Phi I'm jus tryna see sum
You need a one way cuz one day soon
I know you'll have dinner ready
Wit da runts waitin'
You been out all day sun bathing
I left you 10 bands on a Sunday
See you gettin' money how I get money
You need me
You spend money like I spend money
Believe me
Please my love
Just don't up and leave me
If I fuck up
Please don't up and leave me
All I ever need
Was a foreign, wit it on
I got the foreign wit a foreign sippin' Deleon now
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
Big money energy
Bad bitch energy
First class I'm a fly bitch literally
New Pateks with blue baguettes
On these bitches heads like new barrettes
Tell him I ain't really in the mood to text
He gone send a flight
Now I'm in the mood for sex
Big d**k energy
Spend ain't no spinning me
All in my biology
Say he love our chemistry
Now he wanna marry me
Pussy like a ministry, church
Keep going til I tell you it hurts
Brand new Birkin for the purse
Brand new car and it's a vert skrtt
Other bitches couldn't get half of mine
Got good brain, his nickname for me mastermind
Wrist flooded and I got it in half the time
They say when you a star then you have to shine
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
Brand new drip
Got a hurricane wrist
Thunderstorm engine in that brand new whip
Red Ferrari never wanna park
Black Ferrari drive it like go cart
Got a rich boy I call him Tony Stark
I get two of everything
My closet Noah's ark
New Birkin and he surf it
In the Maybach closed curtains
Boutiques I treat 'em like the Walmart
LV, Dior and Chrome Hearts
Tell me who the fairest there is
Now drop to ya knees like a marriage
Harry Winston for the jewels
Loub for the shoes
Need a plumber for the drip
Those are the rules
I ain't saying I'm depressed
When I say I got the blues
Gotta bag full of hundreds
How many I'mma use
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
But look
I ain't got a bit of Tony Stark in me
I'd rather watch Mad Max settle the score
I tend to keep 40 in the bed or the drawer
Carefree while I hit it
You'll begging for more
Jus cuz it happened that don't mean it mean nun
Like damn Phi I'm jus tryna see sum
You need a one way cuz one day soon
I know you'll have dinner ready
Wit da runts waitin'
You been out all day sun bathing
I left you 10 bands on a Sunday
See you gettin' money how I get money
You need me
You spend money like I spend money
Believe me
Please my love
Just don't up and leave me
If I fuck up
Please don't up and leave me
All I ever need
Was a foreign, wit it on
I got the foreign wit a foreign sippin' Deleon now
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
Big money energy
Bad bitch energy
First class I'm a fly bitch literally
New Pateks with blue baguettes
On these bitches heads like new barrettes
Tell him I ain't really in the mood to text
He gone send a flight
Now I'm in the mood for sex
Big d**k energy
Spend ain't no spinning me
All in my biology
Say he love our chemistry
Now he wanna marry me
Pussy like a ministry, church
Keep going til I tell you it hurts
Brand new Birkin for the purse
Brand new car and it's a vert skrtt
Other bitches couldn't get half of mine
Got good brain, his nickname for me mastermind
Wrist flooded and I got it in half the time
They say when you a star then you have to shine
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
All I ever need is some money and a spot
Where it's sunny and the breeze blow
Shop til we drop
Money taller than ya ego
Fucking on a yacht
With a rich boy, yea a rich boy from the block
Check on it, check on it
Baby won't you come over and check on it
Check on it, check on it
Told me you was gonna spend a check on it
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Writer(s): Devin Allen
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