Check (feat. Willy Will) - E-40

Uh It's come country western shit, right? huh Yeah Like Quentin Tarantino Maybach Yo, you ain't standing on your words You lose respect Man up, check Chest out, check Chin up, check Discipline, check Listening, check Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square This is like chess, strategize in the ring He trying to be a father But he lost his father to the same thing, check Walking on blood stained ground Gladiator schooled, America So you ain't raised no fool Catch the fade if you brave Try to know what to expect out here For every fight, what's left is the fight to death I hear Try to make my last breathe my air Had to check my fear, that's why they respect Nasir Feel me, you all witnessing what you never seen Needing nothing attracts everything The Resurrection of the king Man up,, check Chest out, check Chin up, check Discipline, check Listening, check Check Man up,, check Chest out, check Chin up, check Discipline, check Listening, check My nigga, let your nuts hang Check Dark denim jeans, boots for the winter breeze Never on the wiretaps let's give them something they can see Born to be a boss so nail me to the holy cross Life is a lesson, bless a nigga with a fortune Speak with respect Seats to the Mets We came from the streets You just some geeks with a check Cuban links swing like a leech from my neck Make a mural of my face when I'm deceased with the best Balenciaga sneaks Balenciaga socks Dark-skinned nigga but the brightest in the spot Dreaming of the top boy A midas city catch Move a mountain with a block Virgil in the white, murder over kite Wholesale prices like it's fashion oversight Doubled up the shows and then I text him for the flights I'm owed by the code so don't make me ask you twice Man up,, check Chest out, check Chin up, check Discipline, check Listening, check Check Man up, check Chest out, check Chin up, check Discipline, check Listening, check My nigga, let your nuts hang Check My nigga, let your nuts hang My nigga, let your My nigga, let your nuts hang My nigga, let your nuts hang My nigga, let your My nigga, let your My nigga, let your nuts hang My nigga, let your

Stepped in the party like my name was "That bitch All these haters mad because I'm so established They know I'm a beast, yeah I'm a fucking savage Haters you can kill yourself, uh In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles all alone I ain't coming back this time I can't believe it, it's so amazing This club is heating, this party's blazing I can't believe it, this beat is banging I can't believe it, I can't believe it (Hey) Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Check it out Check it out Check it out Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T All these hating naggers ain't got natin' on me Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you Wiki Willy you get super O.G Honeys always rush me cause I'm fly, fly, fly Dummies they can't touch me cause I'm floating sky high I stay swagger-ific you don't need to ask why You just gotta see with your eyes I can't believe it, it's so amazing This club is heating, this party's blazing I can't believe it, this beat is banging I can't believe it, I can't believe it (Hey) Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now-ow) Check it out Check it out Check it out Check this mother-fucker out! It got me in the club, in the club Just rocking like this oh oh The DunDun The sun done Yep, the sun done Came up, but we still up in dungeon The DunDun Yep, in London Competition, why yes I would love some How the fuck they get mad cause they run done Mad cause I'm getting money in abundance Man I can't even count all of these hundreds Duffle bag every time I go to SunTrust I leave the rest just to collect interest I mean interest Fuck my nemesis Exclamation just for emphasis And I don't sympathize, cause you a simple bitch I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch Oh we just had to kill it We on the radio hotter than a skillet We in the club making party people holla Money in the bank we be getting top dollar I'm a big baller You a little smaller Step up to my level Need to grow a little taller I'm shot caller Get up off my collar You a Chihuahua I'm a Rottweila' I can't believe it, it's so amazing I can't believe it, this beat is banging I can't believe it, it's so amazing I can't believe it, I can't believe it (Hey) Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out (Yeah yeah, I'm feeling it now) Check it out Check it out Check it out

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare