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Cut The Check
Roc Marciano feat. Blu, Quelle Chris
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Yeah, this is all our turf, warriors
Won't let them niggas slick us with their slickery
Paying money to the coroner
Them ol' "blah blah blah" niggas is boring ya
We glide on the scene like Gumby, nigga
It's death, huh? Gloria?
Will it be all over in the morning?
Fuck that, nigga, cash is calling
Keep it breathing
Like, nigga, in the morning keep your teeth white
Right from under your nose, Master P's
Party on the trap and still snatch the cheese
Two Gs, green and green
Go hand in hand like cookies and cream
That's pussy and cash rules everything around me
Cookies and cream
That's pussy and cash rules everything around me
Cookies and cream
Yo, Cali weed in the swisher
Lean on the fissure in the Beam with Melissa
Keep the lean in the pitcher
Whole green with my team in the picture
Get your queen in the shitter, might sacrifice a bishop
The motifs never show teeth
Snow beach, leather-look geese
We put the coke in them streets
My old shit is heat, I'm currently at my peak
Trial by fire, pliers something thick like Mya in the choir
The fiend wore a wire
Word to Lil' Roc
I serve crackheads little rocks
Niggas gang-banging out in Little Rock
Black skully in the summer
Look a hundred out the Hummer, sound like a drummer
Newcomer
Go hard like The-Dream in the paint
Niggas think it's a game but it ain't
I'm saying
Dough in the sweats, sipping on the Moët
Niggas know what I rep, bitches blowing the head
Go cut the motherfucking check
Go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sipping on the Moët
Niggas know what I rep, bitches blowing the head
Go cut the motherfucking check
Go cut the motherfucking check
Cake out the bank like a bakery
Bread rolls out that bag that they stuffed for me
Lexo seats heat up so comfortably
Head from hoes, head honchos come fuck with me
G's, cut the cheese
Cut the moi-moi, the mula
Six stars, big cars
Big body, big sparks
Big heart, artichoke, split the cigar
The lick on the roll always make the card
We living large, getting ours
And give it back to their titty bar, it's yours
We make it rain, Dustin Hoffman
Dust him off, man, he was a boss then
Big Slauson flossing like the Baldwin Hills
Ballpoint skill, James Baldwin
In the hills with the tall, thin, dark skin
Blonde babe, hard licks
Woke up and my brain was doing Mark Spitz
More money gotta get made
And you know me, I gotta get paid
Dough in the sweats, sipping on the Moët
Niggas know what I rep, bitches blowing the head
Go cut the motherfucking check
Go cut the motherfucking check
Dough in the sweats, sipping on the Moët
Niggas know what I rep, bitches blowing the head
Go cut the motherfucking check
Go cut the motherfucking check