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Key to Tha City - Check Lyrics



Key to Tha City - Check Lyrics




I get me a check, Then I get another one
I count up stack, then count me some mo up
I need me some mo bucks, can't add up them slow bucks
Just look at me come up, oh I see tha hate boy

I be running up check,making competition sweat
Making bitches break they neck, pull that stack out count a check
I be working going hard mane I'm all about a check
Gotta grind it out 7 days a week an get a check

All my folks tell me rest, I just tell'em I can't do that
On my way to a check, but naw I ain't rich yet
In a league of my own, I ain't f*cking wit no rejects
I got money on my line, you can even check tha recents

Ain't tha best but I'm decent, I work hard don't need a reason
For that check ok now we talkin cheese I love some cheddar
On my side I keep that pepper jack, don't play boy I'll melt ya Everyday I pray to god
I know my blessing gone be better

I wake up get a check, I don't want it if it's lesser
Don't care nothin bout a bitch, I just wanna get them extras
I been on some other shit mane, I'm on another level
Yeah I'm blessed, an I'm humble, I just wanna get them commas

I drive fast hit a check point, then I'm off to tha next one Everyday it's bout a bag
All I wanna get is cash
Walking in an out tha bank, swipe a card then I get cash
I jump out an, spend a bag, I make all these niggas mad

On tha grind an I'm Gettin it, got folks in my business
Like how you get up in it, I'm just runnin up tha ticket
Love to hustle making plays, had to change a couple ways
Way back in tha days, I been thought to get paid

Laid, now chillin in tha shade, own spot bills str8
Next spot by a lake, money coming can't wait
How you count it up, I gotta weight it, only presidents I know dead
In tha hood, yeah I got stripes, where them young niggas take lives

I ain't worried about tha competition, naw I ain't studdin them guys
Everybody gon hate, especially when you gettin cake
Them bitches come by tha boat load, wanna know watcha make
I'm just chillin like a villain, blowin fruity gettin face

Everybody trying to join tha race, I just tell'em catch up
When you hear this jam, gon head getcha check up
Still gon make it rich, if it don't work, ball til my wrist hurt
On a mission I gotta get it, I ain't comin last I'm takin first
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I get me a check, Then I get another one
I count up stack, then count me some mo up
I need me some mo bucks, can't add up them slow bucks
Just look at me come up, oh I see tha hate boy

I be running up check,making competition sweat
Making bitches break they neck, pull that stack out count a check
I be working going hard mane I'm all about a check
Gotta grind it out 7 days a week an get a check

All my folks tell me rest, I just tell'em I can't do that
On my way to a check, but naw I ain't rich yet
In a league of my own, I ain't f*cking wit no rejects
I got money on my line, you can even check tha recents

Ain't tha best but I'm decent, I work hard don't need a reason
For that check ok now we talkin cheese I love some cheddar
On my side I keep that pepper jack, don't play boy I'll melt ya Everyday I pray to god
I know my blessing gone be better

I wake up get a check, I don't want it if it's lesser
Don't care nothin bout a bitch, I just wanna get them extras
I been on some other shit mane, I'm on another level
Yeah I'm blessed, an I'm humble, I just wanna get them commas

I drive fast hit a check point, then I'm off to tha next one Everyday it's bout a bag
All I wanna get is cash
Walking in an out tha bank, swipe a card then I get cash
I jump out an, spend a bag, I make all these niggas mad

On tha grind an I'm Gettin it, got folks in my business
Like how you get up in it, I'm just runnin up tha ticket
Love to hustle making plays, had to change a couple ways
Way back in tha days, I been thought to get paid

Laid, now chillin in tha shade, own spot bills str8
Next spot by a lake, money coming can't wait
How you count it up, I gotta weight it, only presidents I know dead
In tha hood, yeah I got stripes, where them young niggas take lives

I ain't worried about tha competition, naw I ain't studdin them guys
Everybody gon hate, especially when you gettin cake
Them bitches come by tha boat load, wanna know watcha make
I'm just chillin like a villain, blowin fruity gettin face

Everybody trying to join tha race, I just tell'em catch up
When you hear this jam, gon head getcha check up
Still gon make it rich, if it don't work, ball til my wrist hurt
On a mission I gotta get it, I ain't comin last I'm takin first
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