Checks & Sex lyrics

[Verse 1]
I need checks, sometimes sex
Lil bitty Jesus on my neck
b*tch so wet, frames so slick, I'm like a '95 Corvette
Rock mink vest, hair on my chest
Wood grain whip, hoes on deck
On my set, we get more live-r than a crowd yellin' at a ref
Got big nuts, them hoes hang
Player of the Year, ain't no thing
I just preach, I just teach
Schoolin' these boys, still got D's
Still got G's up in the joint, my sh*t boof, drop my roof
b*tch so bad, spill my juice, flavor on a ho she gon' choose

[Hook]
Ooh, I like the way you move it baby
So divine, so crazy, you deserve a round right now
Ain't no pressure, won't stress you
If I could, I would just be with you, baby
But guess what, I pimp
Need broads to pay rent, it ain't right, no sh*t
So what, your b*tch my b*tch

[Verse 2]
Okay I pop the trunk, I'm running late
I check the time, I locate my wrist
I got this killer mink, I'm super fly
Check my swag, it don't make no sense
That's just my feng shui, I'm overlaid
These b*tches think I'm overpaid
But not yet, baby, I just started eating, I'm trying to get overweight
I got food for thought for a simp
Can't teach a ho how to pimp
That '64 right there that's sittin' low, that b*tch got a limp
Said I got food for thought for a simp
Can't teach a ho how to pimp
That '64 right there that's sittin' low, that b*tch got a limp
[Hook]
Ooh, I like the way you move it baby
So divine, so crazy, you deserve a round right now
Ain't no pressure, won't stress you
If I could, I would just be with you, baby
But guess what, I pimp
Need broads to pay rent, it ain't right, no sh*t
So what, your b*tch my b*tch