Larry June - Don't Check Me Lyrics

(Dj Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Man
Sheesh, man
Uh, damn
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy (good job, sheesh)
See how I'm coming, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I told you, nigga, don't check me, man
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
Nigga, check that bitch

Dippin' through the Moe' 'bout to slide to the Point
In the Bay it get real so I'm movin' with this joint (man)
Hunnid pack play 'bout to get it out the mud (mud)
But after this I'm 'bout to hit the road for a month (numbers)
Tell me have you ever drove to Vegas in a bucket?
The money was cool, I took a chance, nigga, fuck it (fuck it)
You flipped out on her, found out the nigga was fuckin' (yeah)
But real talk, bruh, you should have focused on the money (for real)
A nigga gon' be a nigga, man, a ho gon' be a ho
Get up out your feelings, man, it's time to hit the road
Check it out, you gotta make sure you on toes (toes)
Nowadays, man, these niggas be worse than the hoes (the hoes)
Pickin' up my nigga on the way to the O (way to the O)
Droptop Lambo, I'm driving it slow (driving it slow)
Don't call me 'bout the punk rock ho (punk rock ho)
Play by the rules, bruh, you know how it go (uh)

Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me (straight up)
Nigga, don't check me, nigga, don't check me
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (damn)
Nigga, check that bitch, nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me, nigga, don't check me (man, damn)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (uh)
Nigga, check that bitch, nigga, check that bitch
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

I told niggas years ago quit beefin' 'bout the bitch
Buy a house out the way, put a Patek on your wrist (man, numbers)
Right now I'm in the booth after this I'm goin' swimming
No matter how much money I make I'm never gon' trick it (yeah)
I'm wakin' up early and I'm takin' these walks (uh, takin' these walks)
Two hundred for the watch without a diamond at all (diamond at all)
Baby, hit me talkin' 'bout booking a flight (yeah)
You ain't my nigga for real, so I ain't spendin' a dime
You niggas is trippin', destroyin' the game (destroyin' the game)
I don't owe niggas shit, you niggas lightweight lame (lightweight lame)
You niggas lightweight weenie (lightweight weenie), I'm just keepin' it real
I'm a Frisco nigga with a different appeal
White tee, blue jeans, fitted hat to the back (hat to the back)
Niggas know how I'm comin', I'm everywhere with the bag (everywhere with the bag)
I got my money up, now I'm chillin' in London
Frisco nigga with a whole lotta ducats (uh)

Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me, nigga, don't check me
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (damn)
Nigga, check that bitch, nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me
Nigga, don't check me, nigga, don't check me (man)
Nigga, check that bitch
Nigga, check that bitch (uh)
Nigga, check that bitch, nigga, check that bitch
(Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)