Check! Songtext
Uh-huh, uh
Check
I say fee-fi-fo-fum, I go dumb
Like a skinny blonde with big titties and no bum
Or big titties and big ass with no brain
And an OnlyFans link in her bio with no shame
At least, she gettin' money when they click the Linktree
But I don't spend no money when I tell her, "Link me"
I DM about some shit that I don't care about
Check
I say fee-fi-fo-fum, I go dumb
Like a skinny blonde with big titties and no bum
Or big titties and big ass with no brain
And an OnlyFans link in her bio with no shame
At least, she gettin' money when they click the Linktree
But I don't spend no money when I tell her, "Link me"
I DM about some shit that I don't care about
And if she do reply, get her number and start talkin' freaky
Look, a broke bitch ain't got shit on me
A urinal, don't you ever try to shit on me
A funeral gon' come after that, don't forget that I rap rap
No, for real, I'm wrappin' bodies literally, that ain't a figure of speech
Used to live on Figueroa Street before my figures hit five, six, and seven
Four was me, foe still is me
Bitch, I'm your biggest enemy
Foe, get it? Weak
In a week, y'all barely passin' three
I say, "Who's that knocking at the door?"
It was just a customer tryna' cop an O
Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows
I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough
Unless you got a check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check) Check (Check)
Glock on my right? (Yup) Bad bitch (Yup)
I sleep like a baby with these things around my bed
Daydream on a date, she's like, "What's inside your head?"
I point to the waiter, and I tell her ass, "Check"
I ain't got no time to be broke
You send a song and I don't know you, send it back with a quote
See, where I'm from, we tell the truth, unless this shit under oath
And, yes, she see that I'm the truth, that's why she doing the most
But I will never elope, I'm sorta married to dough
And if she don't know how to bake, then baby girl gotta go
And I ain't bringin' in no babies 'til my figures is eight
And I'm retirin' at forty, disappear with no trace
I stay ahead of the race, and stay away from the flakes
And stay away from the Jakes, and stay away from the hate
Although they been around lately, stay away from the fakes
'Cause If I got a problem with you, say it straight to your face
"Who's that knocking at the door?"
It was just a customer tryna cop an O
Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows
I can’t open up, 'cause I stick to the dough
Unless you got a check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check)
Look, a broke bitch ain't got shit on me
A urinal, don't you ever try to shit on me
A funeral gon' come after that, don't forget that I rap rap
No, for real, I'm wrappin' bodies literally, that ain't a figure of speech
Used to live on Figueroa Street before my figures hit five, six, and seven
Four was me, foe still is me
Bitch, I'm your biggest enemy
Foe, get it? Weak
In a week, y'all barely passin' three
I say, "Who's that knocking at the door?"
It was just a customer tryna' cop an O
Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows
I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough
Unless you got a check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check) Check (Check)
Glock on my right? (Yup) Bad bitch (Yup)
I sleep like a baby with these things around my bed
Daydream on a date, she's like, "What's inside your head?"
I point to the waiter, and I tell her ass, "Check"
I ain't got no time to be broke
You send a song and I don't know you, send it back with a quote
See, where I'm from, we tell the truth, unless this shit under oath
And, yes, she see that I'm the truth, that's why she doing the most
But I will never elope, I'm sorta married to dough
And if she don't know how to bake, then baby girl gotta go
And I ain't bringin' in no babies 'til my figures is eight
And I'm retirin' at forty, disappear with no trace
I stay ahead of the race, and stay away from the flakes
And stay away from the Jakes, and stay away from the hate
Although they been around lately, stay away from the fakes
'Cause If I got a problem with you, say it straight to your face
"Who's that knocking at the door?"
It was just a customer tryna cop an O
Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows
I can’t open up, 'cause I stick to the dough
Unless you got a check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check), check (Check)
Check (Check)
