Lyrics WRITE A CHECK - A-Lux feat. Blvck Cheeto

I'm with my K9, chillin'
With my chick, big pimpin'
Whip my whip like it's stolen
Get my stock bankrolling
Stack that paper to the ceiling
Smoke my weed to numb my stress
Shawty get me in my feelings
Tryna get her out her dress
Imma keep on sending music ya'll should know who popping next
I stay steady going through it I ain't really tryna flex
Ball like Jokic, feel like Porter, Luxy next to run the west
If they want me on they label then they better write a check, huh

Yeah they better write a check
I stay ballin' like I'm Jokic I'm the next to run the west
If they want me on they label then they better write a check
If they want me on they label then they better write a check, huh

If they want me on the label
I need money on the table
Know I need a couple mils, fuck how you feel
I'm from a place where we keep it real
I'm on a vibe, ain't popping no pills
200 my dash my car left the wheels
King to my people, they bow and they kneel
Bottle my pain never say how I feel, yeah
I'm never signing, they gotta write a reminder
I got a check and it's coming, I spend it all on designer
All of my bitches they say that they love me, they want some babies inside 'em
Hop in the Tesla and dodge 'em, no hands on the wheel I ain't driving
I need a check for my efforts
Turn down the money, whatever
My niggas ball every season
My niggas do it whenever, yeah
My people good forever, yeah

I'm with my K9, chillin'
With my chick, big pimpin'
Whip my whip like it's stolen
Get my stock bankrolling
Stack that paper to the ceiling
Smoke my weed to numb my stress
Shawty get me in my feelings
Tryna get her out her dress
Imma keep on sending music ya'll should know who popping next
I stay steady going through it I ain't really tryna flex
Ball like Jokic, feel like Porter, Luxy next to run the west
If they want me on they label then they better write a check, huh

Yeah they better write a check
Kicking like I'm Erling Haaland, every time it's in the net
Swinging like I'm Tatis Jr., send that shit over the fence
I be making all these dollars while these dudes ain't making sense, huh
I'm tryna buy but gotta rent
Steady waiting for my moment, got my team to represent
Trading places, double faces turned me into Harvey Dent
Imma catch a couple bodies then I'll run for President, huh
I see dollar signs and Louie bags
Run the card and I ain't check the tag
See a duffle filled with cash
Tell these haters kiss my ass