Текст песни Nike Check - Jay Fizzle

Okay
(Zekaj)
Le'go

Shit on these niggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check

I got bands in my motherfuckin' pocket
They tryna take my picture, paper falling, bankroll sloppy
I put the racks in rubber bands, 'cause they won't fold in a wallet
Bitch, I'm big Donafizzo, you can't find no nigga hotter
I just nutted in her mouth, she say my dick taste like Oreos
Have you ever seen a Benz coupe? Pull up with some Lambo' doors
We pull up, take your life away, I promise won't nobody know
Then dump that lil' boy body in the woods, be where no one goes
I'm a cold heart gangster, black and dreaded, but I ain't Haitian
My lil' demons kidnap babies, so homeboy, watch that shit you sayin'
Run up, try me, look who's spraying
We shoot the kid, don't do no blanking
I've been gettin' in lately, all my pockets stuffed with a dub so that

Shit on these niggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check

Broke boy, where your bag at? Where your bag at?
Pussy, where your bag at? Where your bag at?
Broke boy, I got big racks, I got big racks
I got big racks, broke boy, I got big racks
Heard you was a rat rat, gang, don't accept that
Cuz shot you, you ain't bust back, you ain't do nun' back
Gang caught him, left him shitty, you feel that
I told you bitches, don't play with my Crippin' you dig that
C, 43, cool, I lost my ceiling
You get your life took, put me in your mentions (Don't do that, pussy)
40K, spent on this Paper Route pendant (Taliban)
And plus, I'm caked up for life
'Long as they print it, my bankroll in it

Shit on these niggas, what I do
Spent a dub on my grills, that's a thousand each tooth
Got this big ass pinky ring, I spent a dub on it too
It ain't even been two weeks, and went and bought a brand new coupe
I made a 30K this mornin', and I ain't even leave the house
All my pockets like BM, bitch, I got big racks, yeah, they fat
Stretch that boy, and take it all, we call that shit pocket change
My whole gang just gon' do it, like the motherfuckin' Nike check

Big 'Tello