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g-eazy - got a check lyrics

[intro]
(it’s g-eazy, allblack and offset jim)
(i’m in london, got my beat from london)

[chorus: t-pain]
i could spend a milli’, got a check (got a check)
this is not a rollie, this an audemars piguet
diamonds sparkling, jumping out the neck (out the neck)
i don’t do commercial, got the goyard on the jet
i can spend a milli’, got a check (got a check)
this a richard millie, this not the new patek
water, floodin’ out the new baguettes (baguettes)
that’s a big flex, i’m just sh-tting on my ex

[verse 1: g-eazy]
off the dribble, i’ve been trying to keep it civil
but it’s a lot of shade that’s gettin’ thrown, they sentimental
they see my bank triple, meanwhile while they money little
two b-tches on both sides of me, i’m malcom in the middle
i could spend a ticket on baguettes (on baguettes)
instead i spent 90 out to paris, private jets
just to f-ck, that’s expensive s-x (expensive s-x)
had a session, i had to get back, another 90 to lax
i be out here (out here)
i be tucked off (tucked off)
let’s go to the bathroom, i’m trying to get sucked off
took a leap of faith, she was a jump off (a jump off)
paparazzi in my face, b-tch, f-ck off

[verse 2: allblack]
she keep trying to suck me, i told her, “not now” (not now)
she threw me the keys to the ‘rari, i’m out here acting out
i cherish these moments when i’m bent, off stillhouse
i was in dallas, texas full of planes so i pulled the stack out
went from sweatin’ the blade, now the stu’ is the trap house
treat the b-tch like full 12’s and blew her back out
been loaded as f-ck this whole year, it’s a money high
smashin’, dashin’, trappin’ in fashion, i was on the fly
take watches, chains, reins, had to k!ll his pride (why you do him like that?)
going back and forth to the a, like i’m doing suicides (yee)
i don’t know richard millie, and i don’t know roll tide
but i am knowing how to get the cash, po-pimp or die

[verse 3: offset jim]
when that bag touch down, i feel like mitch (what’s the score?)
touchdown, touchdown i don’t throw no picks (at all)
diamonds in my mouth, ’bout half a brick (water)
on the road doing shows, still get you hit (on god)
trap n-gg-, trap n-gg- and that’s no cap (facts)
velcro, velcro i’m always strapped
mailman, mailman, i got that bag (know i got it)
got everything these n-gg-s wish they had
spent my backend all on packs, it ain’t no cappin’ with me
every n-gg- with me got it, ain’t no lackin’ with me
bend that corner on 19th and see what’s happening with me
b-tches say i’m hollywood since i’ve been f-ckin’ with g-eazy

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