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Check (feat. Ferrari Cka) Video (MV)




Performed By: Mr. 17stones
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: James Harris, Reginald Holloway




Mr. 17stones - Check (feat. Ferrari Cka) Lyrics
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I blew a check out in Canada I blew a check out in France
I blew a check out in Italy walked thru the mall and I blew it on pants
I blew a check out in Portugal new Davinchi I told em I'm posed to ball
Whip the Caddy on forges and make it crawl, beat the case if I trip Imma f*ckin fall
I'm bout to blow a muhhf*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow this whole check nigga
I blew a check out in Crocker Park I blew a check out in Legacy
Spending this money excessively never have a begging bitch standing next to me
Mixin the recipe who got the sauce
Chef Boyar 17 whip for the win bitch I'm taking it all
I blew a check with the plug half for the 12 nigga show me some love
Mixing 4 flavors I divided it up you woulda thought I was ordering B Dubs
Put it in a knapsack cop 4 more put it in a backpack
Wit a snapback and glasses to match hipster status bitch I even swipe and get the cash back
That's facts these rap cats is garbage put em on a carton rewards enormous
No time for bargains that is the offer when you start shit with arsenic artists
Burn a nigga place down buy the property what cha gotta say now
Got a check and I blew it on a playground built it from the ground up cuz a nigga stay down
C town my residence I'm heaven sent, better than the rest, the best, bitch it's evident
Bending in a whip you'll never get wit hella tint chasing big chips I gets the dead presidents
Who you better than let me know sum broke ass niggas always wanna hold sum
Heard ya money lookin funny wit cha low funds your misfortune make a nigga wanna blow one
Check
I blew a check out in France
I blew a check out in Italy walked thru the mall and I blew it on pants
I blew a check out in Portugal new Davinchi I told em I'm posed to ball
Whip the Caddy on forges and make it crawl beat the case if I trip Imma f*ckin fall
I'm bout to blow a muhhf*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow this whole check nigga
If you get money and spend money you winnin
But if you spend more than you get nigga you trippin
Don't be trickin off on these bitches falling victim all to they mission
Got niggas all in they feelings talkin bout the situation she living
But you keep giving it and she takin it man she stay breakin these lames
Coming back to 17 cuz I'm hella G wit a mouthpiece to get change
Got her coppin plane tickets to Spain kickin it tough up on that beach
Pourin up drinks and rollin up sweets I'm smokin on 4 different OGs
Blew a check overseas
Flew back to Miami, f*ckin wit Ru countin big cheese
You f*ckin wit me
Stay reppin that land taking big chances to advance sir
But I had to cut some of the crew off cuz they couldn't keep up with my standards
Now I'm back with passion Mr rapper slasher smack a bastard who's the master
Leave a motherf*cker in a casket dapper killin this shit biohazard
I don't answer no phone calls unless you talkin bout long dough
You ain't got the coins then no convo like a payphone in 94
I'm gone
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English

I blew a check out in Canada I blew a check out in France
I blew a check out in Italy walked thru the mall and I blew it on pants
I blew a check out in Portugal new Davinchi I told em I'm posed to ball
Whip the Caddy on forges and make it crawl, beat the case if I trip Imma f*ckin fall
I'm bout to blow a muhhf*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow this whole check nigga
I blew a check out in Crocker Park I blew a check out in Legacy
Spending this money excessively never have a begging bitch standing next to me
Mixin the recipe who got the sauce
Chef Boyar 17 whip for the win bitch I'm taking it all
I blew a check with the plug half for the 12 nigga show me some love
Mixing 4 flavors I divided it up you woulda thought I was ordering B Dubs
Put it in a knapsack cop 4 more put it in a backpack
Wit a snapback and glasses to match hipster status bitch I even swipe and get the cash back
That's facts these rap cats is garbage put em on a carton rewards enormous
No time for bargains that is the offer when you start shit with arsenic artists
Burn a nigga place down buy the property what cha gotta say now
Got a check and I blew it on a playground built it from the ground up cuz a nigga stay down
C town my residence I'm heaven sent, better than the rest, the best, bitch it's evident
Bending in a whip you'll never get wit hella tint chasing big chips I gets the dead presidents
Who you better than let me know sum broke ass niggas always wanna hold sum
Heard ya money lookin funny wit cha low funds your misfortune make a nigga wanna blow one
Check
I blew a check out in France
I blew a check out in Italy walked thru the mall and I blew it on pants
I blew a check out in Portugal new Davinchi I told em I'm posed to ball
Whip the Caddy on forges and make it crawl beat the case if I trip Imma f*ckin fall
I'm bout to blow a muhhf*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow a f*ckin check nigga
I'm bout to blow this whole check nigga
If you get money and spend money you winnin
But if you spend more than you get nigga you trippin
Don't be trickin off on these bitches falling victim all to they mission
Got niggas all in they feelings talkin bout the situation she living
But you keep giving it and she takin it man she stay breakin these lames
Coming back to 17 cuz I'm hella G wit a mouthpiece to get change
Got her coppin plane tickets to Spain kickin it tough up on that beach
Pourin up drinks and rollin up sweets I'm smokin on 4 different OGs
Blew a check overseas
Flew back to Miami, f*ckin wit Ru countin big cheese
You f*ckin wit me
Stay reppin that land taking big chances to advance sir
But I had to cut some of the crew off cuz they couldn't keep up with my standards
Now I'm back with passion Mr rapper slasher smack a bastard who's the master
Leave a motherf*cker in a casket dapper killin this shit biohazard
I don't answer no phone calls unless you talkin bout long dough
You ain't got the coins then no convo like a payphone in 94
I'm gone
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Writer: James Harris, Reginald Holloway
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