Check Please lyrics
by Logic
[Chorus: T Man The Wizard, C Dot Castro]
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (That paper)
Let’s get this money, get that dough-o-o (Cash)
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Crypto)
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Ayy, check please)
[Verse 1: C Dot Castro]
Ice on my neck, make my neck freeze
You know I run the wave, no jetski’s
New b*tch on me so sexy
Got me kind of glad that my ex-wife left me
Know I ball hard, you can catch me at the Espy's
Sliding on my goals like I'm motherf*cking Gretzky
Ayy, you know it's on and popping like Pepsi
Ayy, you know it's on and popping like, popping like
[Verse 2: Logic]
Uh, gra-ta-ta-ta, b*tch I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, I'm sliding on this b*tch, I never get stuck
Yeah, I got it on tuck, going dumb like that Knuck If You Buck
I pull up in a Maybach, then pull up the truck
Huh, you ain't sh*t, you a cuck
I stay with ice, I might need me a puck
b*tch I got racks like my bank account Nordstrom
We talkin’ houses, with them I got four of ’em
More of 'em coming
They talkin’ that sh*t leave 'em done
And I'm stuntin', I’m running this sh*t like a marathon
Used to hit the soup kitchen on Tuesdays
Now I be shopping at Erewhon
Yeah, I shine like a flare gun
Feeling fresh like I just got my hair done, like I just got my hair did
Boy, don't sleep on my heritage (What's that?)
Black man, black man, running from the police
Know we gotta make it out, never had a doubt
But the route wasn't clear, needed somebody to show me
Who I am, what I be, life is in front of me
I don't know how I do this sh*t everyday, it come to me
Really if it come to that, chain around my neck, that's a hundred racks
Acting like you got it b*tch you really need to run it back (Ah, yeah)
Ayy, how the f*ck you finna buy a Rolex
But you ain't paid yo' taxes?
No less, man you got me so stressed
Young motherf*ckers, want 'em all to win
Guess they know a lot more
Why you think the boy tryna reach 'em right now, fo?
Know you wanna flex, maybe paying all your debts might help you in the long run
Locked up for evasion, that's a long one
(No I can't take this sh*t no more, let's go, let's, let's)
[Chorus: T Man The Wizard, C Dot Castro]
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (That paper)
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Cash)
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Crypto)
Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Check please)