Checks like Nike (feat. Nazzy)

We getting checks like Nike
I'm sitting on top of the shelf
I'm pricy
Dior the type to fuck on your bitch
Most likely she getting pipped in the backseat
She said that nigga he grimey
We got that shit that could take down an army
Boy she a goat with a throat
Sloppy toppy man that shit was amazing
Yeah, yeah, you could get smacked for the shit you was talking about
My niggas they step outside with that fire
We know your jewelry is fake
But still we're snatching it out
He not a gangsta just running his mouth
I'm getting cheese like a mouse
Face full of pimples but yet she be kissing me
She said she love me for me
You could get some money
But bitch you not tricking me
Melt on these bitches like ice on my body
I pull up I'm flashing and shining
We stepping hard black forces
She fuck the crew now she saying she love me I jump out the whip with that shit
And it cost me
I post me pic on the gran she report me
I know that I'm ugly no need to remind me
I know that I'm ugly no need to remind me

She screaming just do me just do me
I think this lil hoe wanna chat
Brown skin what's that fragrance
Yeah I need me something like that
On some Migos I'm killing this shit
Got my back burning from them scratches
Wanna fuck one night no attachment
I'm sorry lil ma I only love racky
You could pull up on me
Just make sure you bring a friend for Dior
Get some money then we party more
Said she need a man not a lil boy
You ain't saving them bands
What the fuck you trapping for
Could leave you the way got a tour
14 hopped out the porch
I miss all my niggas
The trap ain't the same anymore
I just be playing ain't no love of these bitches Sent you a text, hope you getting the message
She fucked me so good man paid her
Sipping on lean got me fucked up
Get some money nigga bossed up She talking crazy bitch hold up
I can love her but don't trust her
I hang with Haitians my niggas they Z up
I hang with Haitians my niggas they Z up

We getting checks like Nike
I'm sitting on top of the shelf
I'm pricy
Dior the type to fuck on your bitch
Most likely she getting pipped in the backseat
She said that nigga he grimey
We got that shit that could take down an army
Boy she a goat with a throat
Sloppy toppy man that shit was amazing
Yeah, yeah, you could get smacked for the shit you was talking about
My niggas they step outside with that fire
We know your jewelry is fake
But still we're snatching it out
He not a gangsta just running his mouth
I'm getting cheese like a mouse
Face full of pimples but yet she be kissing me
She said she love me for me
You could get some money
But bitch you not tricking me
Melt on these bitches like ice on my body
I pull up I'm flashing and shining
We stepping hard black forces
She fuck the crew now she saying she love me I jump out the whip with that shit
And it cost me
I post me pic on the gran she report me
I know that I'm ugly no need to remind me
I know that I'm ugly no need to remind me



Credits
Writer(s): Cloud Dior
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