Checc Lyrics - Dave East

[Intro: Dave East] 

You dig? 

Uh, feel bad, go everyday 

A lot of money, yeah, uh wait 

A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga 

Ay, ay, ay, ay 

[Verse 1: Dave East] 

Whip up a 8-ball like milk 

Tryna take my chain and get killed 

They talk like they gangster not built 

I jump out the wraith off a bill 

I fuck your bitch, I don't kiss her (never) 

I dont know how I failed to miss her (I don't) 

I'm on some shit, like a tissue 

.50 my clip for the issue 

I drag the bag open a marching band 

Sticks and drums, is you dumb? 

Where I am from, we tat the hood on us 

Get a gun a nigga run 

I always knew money would come 

Bring your bitch over, get all up in her guts 

I'm kickin shit like I punt 

I switching my bitch like every month 

I be with blood and with crips 

In love with the avenue, hugging the strip 

Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get 

Play 21 Savage, while fuckin' your bitch 

Wake up, and go take a trip 

I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm orderin' shrimp 

It ain't hard to notice I'm rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick 

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[Chorus: Dave East] 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check 

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[Verse 2: Offset] 

Offset!.... 

Bullets gon' send them a message 

Got some lil' barbies sittin' all in my section 

Water on my cross, on my chest like i'm a Reverend 

Tie up my shoes, little bitch you a peasent 

Yeah, the freakazoid piece got it custom 

I get the AP, i'm quick to go bust it 

Yeah, Momma told me watch the suckers 

You got the check, now don't let niggas pluck you 

Grandma done die now i'm cover 

Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother 

I want that [?] and commas 

You don't see why I've been flexin all summer 

On the narcotics then turn to a zombie 

200k for the Jet, go to London 

Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer 

Servin' the yay out my grandmama dungeon 

I got the bag lil hoe 

Diamonds looking like the [?] 

[?] niggas for the cash, hello 

Finesse a nigga with the swag, I blow 

I get the paper, smooth operator 

Saw you in a booth, full of gators 

Crawling in the coupes now or later 

Taking off my roof now or later 

[Chorus: Dave East] 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check 

[Verse 3: Dave East] 

I had no Audemar or no Rollie, when I swing nothin' else like my Patek 

I got a chance to get all of these millions 

Got no time for chillin', I wake up like next 

And I had an uncle that used to get money Uptown 

He used to make me get fresh 

I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was 

And I had it on in the Jecks 

I'm like I know when to rest 

Gucci blew, I want a jet for diamonds, we damage your neck 

My feel on naked bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it feel like the best 

I'm in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend 

If we don't know you, then we texting 

I'm from New York, she love my accent 

I remember I was trappin', duct tape another package 

You livin' like it couldn't happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin' 

I know some demons, I'm a savage 

Molly and got them laughing 

Don't compare, I'm not no average 

Bitches staring, 'cause I'm flashing 

[Chorus: Dave East] 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check 

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol 

I don't want no issues, I look like a check 

I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit 

I know that they plottin', I look like a check 

I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada 

I run up in them dollars, I look like a check 

All my young niggas gon' work for check 

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check