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Don Toliver - Checks Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Ramy, light up another blunt, bro
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Verse 1]
It’s a rock and roll, call— call— call me in the [?]
I blow it by the O, I’ll show you how I roll
Hitting licks on the low, it’s a Taliban flow
When I let up [?], bend a file ‘til it close
Finna sit on some more, pour the rest on the floor
Keep a thirty for you hoes, I been playin’ ‘round for sure
Goin’ global with the bros
In a Jeep with no doors
Got the choppa, it’s exposed
I’ma ride for my bros
[Bridge]
Yeah the fake ones, yeah they always talkin’
Take some, we gon’ blitz on offense
White on white, with the Miami Dolphins
Play around, and I'ma dig your coffin

[Chorus]
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Verse 2]
I’m on my own high, I wanna be you
Who don't wanna see you, can’t even feel you
Running through the real you, hit it in the rear view
I know they want the deal too, young Donny bulletproof
I’m the right one ‘cause I know myself
Sip on the lean ‘cause I know my health
Can’t hit your weed if it ain’t top shelf
I ride through the hood with a Kevlar vest
I'm a Don dada, come from the West
I’m packin’ the 9, [?]
I’m taking your shit and I’m giving you less
Don Donny, yeah I lit up finesse shit
Wide up for [?] extension
Pussy nigga, you don’t want me to test you
LA, pull up in the Tesla
FaceTime with the money, I’m telling you
Benz truck and I pull up with extras
[?] with the crust, i’m smelling you
[?]
I done run a real bag, i’m telling you
[Chorus]
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Instrumental]