Gimmie Tha Check (feat. benjamin.)

He couldn't give up those riches
Well you could probably sit there this morning and say
I ain't gon' have no problem with that I ain't rich
You come into this world with nothing
And you're going out of here with nothing
It'd be easier for a camel to fit through the eye of a needle
Than for a rich person to get into heaven
Gimmie tha check
Or I might take all the shit off your wrist and your neck
Liquid asset
Hitting a lick if you miss that'll leave you in debt
Got a mindset
If you don't give me the green then I'm spilling the red
Making a threat
If I ain't ending with bags then I leave you with death
Gimmie tha cash then imma take off and skirt on your ass
Doing dash I'm running track
Every time that you gon' give me the bag
Counting up stacks, counting up racks
Gimmie the cash, gimmie tha check
Gimmie the pack, gimmie the rent
Don't double back that shit spent, yo
Cancel all your plans and actions
We got a hundred dollar bill fat transactions, uh
All the money comes in fractions
Over a thousand digital reactions, extractions
Somebody gimme tha check I'm spitting like money is worthless reckless
I'm making these bitches jealous maybe I'll buy em a diamond neckless
My wallet took Adderall and shared with my money my pockets restless
Ain't robbing no banks at all just snatching ya chain and jumping fences
Maybe I'm robbing ya house and break a few and then cover expenses
Maybe if you didn't want we rob you maybe get better defenses
Cancel all your plans and actions
We got a hundred dollar bill fat transactions, uh
All the money comes in fractions
Over a thousand digital reactions, extractions
Need a dime I don't have the time to commit a crime
Gotta rhyme and I gotta climb and I gotta shine
Get a prime man is on a line getting money signs
Drinking wine then I go and dine put it in her spine
She was fine so I make her mine dump her to the side
Then I buy me another guy man I'm fucking bi
He was sly and he tried to lie shot him in his eye
Then he died come and take slice of my fucking pie
Yo, this ain't a show
Know that you know when you takin my dose
Man I be blowing and glowing my potion is golden and molten the same as my flow
Man this shit gross
There is no con there is always a pro
Look at my growth
Used to be trying to get up in studios now I be rapping this shit in my home, woah
Back it up back it up back it up
When I be rapping, spectacular
Coming from cardio vascular
I am no passenger more like a traveler
I have no challenges
People be hunting me like fucking scavengers
But I be dodging them looking for canisters full of the cash
Then they keep trying to smash
At a young age heard Kanye
I would never fall for a gold digger
Hoes bitter old liquor
No dinner go figure
Reconsider see the bigger picture
Then you become my investor
Got so much metal I need a detector
Stay with the bonds I ain't talking 'bout Spectre
Flows are abstract call him Inspector, woo
Yeah that money longer
Blood in the water
Gimmie tha check and I'm gone
This shit is a slaughter
Cancel ya plans and cancel ya actions
Who is ya mans I need a reaction
I need action traction friction passion
Wearing all white my ashen fashion
When I got cash no need for compassion
When I got cash bitch I'm the attraction
So are we gonna like end the song here
No, no they're gonna think the song is over but then Ben is going to come in and do a verse
Yeah I think I'm ready 'bout now
Jesus Christ Ben what the fuck happened to your voice
I got a cold
I got the cash you got the grass
Open the car door and you get the pass
Sit in the seat rap to the beat
Shit turns to fire as I turn up the heat
A clockwise turn a backbeat burn
Listen and watch cause I hope you learn
Discerning returning to learning concerning earnings
A stern adjourning to reflect on yearnings of past lives
Hope to cash a check one day to maybe save me some lines
Hope to god one day I can pray to me and say I survived
Think of the wish I had as a kid and now I have arrived
You know I've been around a few people in my live who have had a lot of wealth
And that's all they think about
How to make more
How to get more
How to hoard more in
And you know what happens
I had a couple of them's funeral myself
And you know what I put in that casket
Not a nickle
There wasn't nothing went in there with them
Not even a check



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Cadle
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