Lyrics Check - Bankroll Freddie

Woo, fuck that shit
Yeah, ayy, turn me up, Space′
Yeah, woo
Haha (I just need my space right now), yeah, uh

Fresh off the G5 jet
I'm on my way to a brand new check
Time is money, let me check the Rolex
I′m working out, flexing hard, Bowflex
I'm tryna see which ho fuck next
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof-woof, no pet
I like the AR, Drac′ and TEC
I get the check, check, check, check, check

I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check (woo!)

I get the check, I ain′t talking about Nike
I ran it up, I ain't talking about hiking
Copycat-ass bitch, stop biting
My wrist and neck is always fighting
Diamonds be hitting, Roy Jones, Mike Tyson
I ride the new ′Vette like no license
Every beat I get on, I pipe it
Your bitch a fan, lil' ho, wouldn′t wife it, yeah

I get the racks like this every day
And I got a new bag, it's straight from the bay
Bails of gas look just like they hay
And I get the money real fast, andalé
Your best lil′ bet is to stay out my way
If you got a problem, then Drac' in your face
Ayy, I got the sauce, come and get you a taste
You ain't talking bread, get the fuck out my face

Fresh off the G5 jet
I′m on my way to a brand new check
Time is money, let me check the Rolex
I′m working out, flexing hard, Bowflex
I'm tryna see which ho fuck next
Bitch, I′m a dog, woof-woof, no pet
I like the AR, Drac' and TEC
I get the check, check, check, check, check

I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check

Must have a check you want me in your club
Just for a show, I′ma need me a dub
I turn 'em up when I walk in the club
Bad bitches, gangstas, they showing me love
I blew a check, all this ice got me cold
Diamond my chain, I′m too rich to rock ropes
F&N on me, this bitch got a scope
Blow your ass down, that boy ain't no joke

Check in my pockets, bitch, I got them racks, yeah
Yeah, big bank, that's a big fact
I hit your bitch from the back, yeah
I blew a check on that cat, yeah
Then I pull off in that ′Cat
Hell nah, nigga, this ain′t no Scat
I'm really having the motherfuckin′ racks
Yeah, brick on your head get you splat, uh

Fresh off the G5 jet
I'm on my way to a brand new check
Time is money, let me check the Rolex
I′m working out, flexing hard, Bowflex
I'm tryna see which ho fuck next
Bitch, I′m a dog, woof-woof, no pet
I like the AR, Drac' and TEC
I get the check, check, check, check, check

I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check
I get the check, check, check