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Check Gone Video (MV)




Performed By: Zues Almighty
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Antwoine Johnson




Zues Almighty - Check Gone Lyrics




Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
What you gon do when the check gone

Elliot Diamonds they flood the Patek
They say MoneyMafia cutting up
Flawless cuts Fiji on VVS
But it's a fact that we don't give a f*ck
Boi this money I make it soon to be famous
You sleepin on me Xanies got yo ass faded
And my charm is a mural lil nigga
Don't f*ck around get yo ass painted
Sick with this drip this the swag flu
On the run to that money a bag move
But you know I move with that sig too
Got a beam on my glizzy hollows tag dude
Leave a permanent mark like a tattoo
You should've stayed in yo lane
Boy got exposed we know he a lame
Literally nameless we don't know ya name
Flex on the gram with that chain
For a gram niggas takin yo chain
No Call of Duty when we playin with them thangs
Automatics knock his thoughts out his brain
Frosted bezel dat shit wet like the rain
You can't compare to me we not the same
Ray Allen how the young boy got the game
You get murdered for yo moment of fame
Let's Go

Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
What you gon do when the check gone

Who say they want it however they want it
We give out special delivery
Boy you f*ck niggas gotta be kidding me
I'm big dog and you niggas is centipedes
Put a price on yo head if you mention me
I roll wit felons they totin extensions
Bitch I ain't talkin bout Remi
You can get chopped & screwed when I holdin this semi
But now it's right back to the pj
She a bad bitch she might get a replay
If it ain't about money den its delayed and
You know I cannot f*ck wit no cheapskates
And you lookin for a handout sweepstakes
Dat bag multiply in like 3 ways
I had no mfkn sleep in 3 days
Red and and white panamera on the road speed race
They sleeping on me like a tempur pedic
Told em I'm up but they didn't believe it
All of this drip on me came from Neiman's
Boy I'm surrounded by nun but demons
They sleeping on me like a tempur pedic
Tod em I'm up but they didn't believe it
All of this drip on me came from Neiman's
Boy I'm surrounded by f*ckin but demons

Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
Wat you gon do when the check gone
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English

Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
What you gon do when the check gone

Elliot Diamonds they flood the Patek
They say MoneyMafia cutting up
Flawless cuts Fiji on VVS
But it's a fact that we don't give a f*ck
Boi this money I make it soon to be famous
You sleepin on me Xanies got yo ass faded
And my charm is a mural lil nigga
Don't f*ck around get yo ass painted
Sick with this drip this the swag flu
On the run to that money a bag move
But you know I move with that sig too
Got a beam on my glizzy hollows tag dude
Leave a permanent mark like a tattoo
You should've stayed in yo lane
Boy got exposed we know he a lame
Literally nameless we don't know ya name
Flex on the gram with that chain
For a gram niggas takin yo chain
No Call of Duty when we playin with them thangs
Automatics knock his thoughts out his brain
Frosted bezel dat shit wet like the rain
You can't compare to me we not the same
Ray Allen how the young boy got the game
You get murdered for yo moment of fame
Let's Go

Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
What you gon do when the check gone

Who say they want it however they want it
We give out special delivery
Boy you f*ck niggas gotta be kidding me
I'm big dog and you niggas is centipedes
Put a price on yo head if you mention me
I roll wit felons they totin extensions
Bitch I ain't talkin bout Remi
You can get chopped & screwed when I holdin this semi
But now it's right back to the pj
She a bad bitch she might get a replay
If it ain't about money den its delayed and
You know I cannot f*ck wit no cheapskates
And you lookin for a handout sweepstakes
Dat bag multiply in like 3 ways
I had no mfkn sleep in 3 days
Red and and white panamera on the road speed race
They sleeping on me like a tempur pedic
Told em I'm up but they didn't believe it
All of this drip on me came from Neiman's
Boy I'm surrounded by nun but demons
They sleeping on me like a tempur pedic
Tod em I'm up but they didn't believe it
All of this drip on me came from Neiman's
Boy I'm surrounded by f*ckin but demons

Hoppin off a jet to the next show
Temper pedic how I'm gettin slept on
How you flexing for the gram when you dead broke
But wat you gon do when tha check gone
Niggas tryna kill me so I keep a vest on
One false move get ya neck gone
VVS matching wats in my styrofoam
Wat you gon do when the check gone
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Writer: Antwoine Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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