[Intro: Dave East] You dig? Uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this A lot of money, yeah, uh wait A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga Ay, ay, ay, ay
[Verse 1: Dave East] Whip up a 8-ball, look like milk Tryna take my chain and get killed They talk like they gangsta, not built I jump out the wraith off a pill I fuck your bitch, I don't kiss her (never) I don't know how it feel to miss her (I don't) I'm on some shit, like a tissue .50 my clip for the issue I dropped a bag on a marching band Sticks and drums, is you dumb? Where I am from, we tat the hood on us Get a gun, a nigga run I always knew money would come Bend your bitch over, get all in her guts I'm kicking shit like I punt I switch up my bitch every month I be with blood and with crip In love with the avenue, hugging the strip Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get Play 21 Savage, while fuckin' your bitch Wake up, and go take a trip I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm orderin' shrimp It ain't hard to notice I'm rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick
[Chorus: Dave East] Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up in them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex
[Verse 2: Offset] Offset! Bullets gon' send them a message Got thots and barbies sittin' all in my section Water on my cross, on my chest like a Reverend Tie up my shoes, little bitch, you a peasent Yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom I get the AP, I'm quick to go bust it Yeah, momma told me watch the suckers You got the check, now don't let niggas pluck you Grandma done die now I'm cover Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother I want that [?] seein' demons and commas You don't see why? I've been flexin' all summer On the narcotics then turn to a zombie 200k for the Jet, go to London Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer Servin' the yay out my grandmama dungeon I got a bad lil' hoe Diamonds looking like they call lil' hoe Perking niggas for the cash, hello Finesse a nigga with the swag, I blow I get the paper, smooth operator Throw you in a pool full of gators Crawlin' in the coupes, now or later Taking off my roof, now or later
[Chorus: Dave East] Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for a check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex
[Verse 3: Dave East] I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain't nothin' that's like my Patek I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin', I wake up like, "Next" I had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was and I had it on in the 'jects Up like I don't want no rest Gucci blue, I want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck My foot on they neck and these bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it fit me the best I'm in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend If we don't know you, then we taxing I'm from New York, she love my accent I remember I was trappin', duct tape another package You livin' like it couldn't happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin' I know some demons, I'm a savage Molly in her, got her laughing Don't compare, I'm not no average Itches staring, 'cause I'm flashing
[Chorus: Dave East] Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol I don't want no issues, I look like a check I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit I know that they plottin', I look like a check I'm in Givenchy, Louis and Prada I run up them dollars, I look like a check All my young niggas gon' wild for check Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flexTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
