Count a Check
– PeeWee Longway]They seen a nigga count a check and want to have sex
They put a nigga in debt like Claude, and raise you for a bet
She seen a nigga count a check and seen a nigga count a check
And seen a nigga count a check and want to have sex
My neck, half a mill, yeah it's dripping with baguettes
My girlfriend said it make her pussy wet
Had a million dollar watch when we met
I don't love you I'm in love with UPS
A million dollar, sent that on a jet
Ball so hard I got a 50 million debt
Ten million worth of cars that I regret
These bitches they just come with the success
Fuck all the tricking, naw man I just want some sex
I kiss her breasts, she got a million dollar chest
I lost a quarter million dollars playing chess
Ask me for some clean, man I brought em back [?]
Told em bout my people, shoot em up like Catalina
They see me in the 'Rari, Kid Cudi in the Beamer
She asked for kalamari, told that bitch to try some [?]
I got thousand thousand piling, I got racks stacked up like visa
Head shaking with the pilot cause she trafficking the Keisha
When we land toast a Tequila cause we running through monefa
And I'm gonna stand around me, set it of just like [?]
I went crazy, knocked some pornos out, my Rolex in the beaker
Call me hell, they don't fucking know I'm around [?]
I got bags of OG reefer, who want ganja, bring monefa
Tell EZZ I'm the city of [?], I goon like jeepers creepers
Pity the fool, I [?] go my Rolex, still make plays on beepers
They put a nigga in debt like Claude, and raise you for a bet
She seen a nigga count a check and seen a nigga count a check
And seen a nigga count a check and want to have sex
My neck, half a mill, yeah it's dripping with baguettes
My girlfriend said it make her pussy wet
Had a million dollar watch when we met
I don't love you I'm in love with UPS
A million dollar, sent that on a jet
Ball so hard I got a 50 million debt
Ten million worth of cars that I regret
These bitches they just come with the success
Fuck all the tricking, naw man I just want some sex
I kiss her breasts, she got a million dollar chest
I lost a quarter million dollars playing chess
Ask me for some clean, man I brought em back [?]
Told em bout my people, shoot em up like Catalina
They see me in the 'Rari, Kid Cudi in the Beamer
She asked for kalamari, told that bitch to try some [?]
I got thousand thousand piling, I got racks stacked up like visa
Head shaking with the pilot cause she trafficking the Keisha
When we land toast a Tequila cause we running through monefa
And I'm gonna stand around me, set it of just like [?]
I went crazy, knocked some pornos out, my Rolex in the beaker
Call me hell, they don't fucking know I'm around [?]
I got bags of OG reefer, who want ganja, bring monefa
Tell EZZ I'm the city of [?], I goon like jeepers creepers
Pity the fool, I [?] go my Rolex, still make plays on beepers
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Writer(s): Quincy Williams, Joshua Cross, Tysen Bolding, Tarik Davis
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