[Intro]
Captain Crunch presents
Fuck you talking about though?
Yeah come on
Who this?
I know that's cool, but where the check at though?
Yeah come on
Chapo
Where the fuck is that check n***a?

[Chorus]
I just got a check in so I'm checking out
Running up the money, watch that hoe sweat it out
I make a hit but I ain't even pull a weapon out
At the show we cap when we step out
VV's on my neck wet, like a lighthouse
She tryna ride the wave but she wiped out
Ain't no check then you getting X'd out
Counting chickеn and your hoe she got her brеasts out
My trap house beating like JJ's
Rocking CC leaning with the AK
Try it then my n***a spin you like a freight train
Yo hoe go down, but she give me good brain
On fire got my trap hot
Red dot look [?] on my Glock
My shooter underground they pray he don't pop
They gon sweep him off the floor when they spray that mop
You know I came from the bottom, tell that hoe I need top
[Verse]
It ain't about racks I don't wanna talk
My boy got the stick and he moving
He knowing [?] young n***a know how to walk
My car got no roof but this Glock will bark
Light on my neck popping in the dark
I'm a big dog but I'm smoking Shark
My car got two Glocks call it Noah's Ark
This burner get lit, this hoe love to spark
Shawty get clean, she ain't play her part
Lemme paint your face baby let's make some art
[?] you a star
[?] soul but she say that I'm going hard
Throwing bread in the club like we at the park
[?] at the bar
I ain't tripping because [?]

[Chorus]
I just got a check in so I'm checking out
Running up the money, watch that hoe sweat it out
I make a hit but I ain't even pull a weapon out
At the show we cap when we step out
VV's on my neck wet, like a lighthouse
She tryna ride the wave but she wiped out
Ain't no check then you getting X'd out
Counting chicken and your hoe she got her breasts out
My trap house beating like JJ's
Rocking CC leaning with the AK
Try it then my n***a spin you like a freight train
Yo hoe go down, but she give me good brain
On fire got my trap hot
Red dot look [?] on my Glock
My shooter underground they pray he don't pop
They gon sweep him off the floor when they spray that mop
You know I came from the bottom, tell that hoe I need top