Zee Killz - June 8th Lyrics

Im shooting, no free throws
My bars coming deep
Im splashin from three hoe

Little nigga dont speak when you come up to me tho
Im getting them checks until that shit faneto

Aye yeah
Getting them checks, getting them checks
Until that shit is faneto, aye
Getting them checks, gettin them checks
Until that shit is faneto, aye

Getting them checks, yeah I get it
Make me a stack, and I spend it

Dont come to me when im living
And stuck cooking dope in the kitchen

Niggas talk shit when im winning
But ima get up and get it

Throwing blue hundreds to the ceiling, what
Throwing blue hundreds to the ceiling, aye

Look at my wrist all this ice
Making in cash and I spend it, alright

I dont need no love, just pretend one night
I cant chase a women because the cash is in sight

Not expecting a reaction
All eyes on me because im the main attraction

Turn your whole into a fraction
Its your money that im stashing

Running up on a check, and you know im gonna grab it

Yeah