Checkin For Ya Lyrics & Chords By Starlito

RAP POP ROCK LIT COUNTRY R&B NEWS HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X META Genius /beta Checkin' For YaStarlito Last seen ridin' clean with some dealer plates Fuckin' up this rap money on lean, guns and real estate Just got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it Take a drink, I'm drowsy How much paper you think I'm countin'? I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand My little round'll shoot you in the face... Got a Rolex watch, I had to take a link up out it Take a drink, I'm drowsy How much paper you think I'm countin'? I just split a pound four ways to make a single thousand My little round'll shoot you in the face and he ain't gon' think about it, whoa I'm tryin' to stop the violence I'm buyin' a Glock with a silence You cheap in your vehicles, at least you tryin' to watch the mileage I'm countin' this fettucine, thinkin' "why was I in college?" A lot of niggas dissed me that I'll probably not acknowledge We got homicide or hobbies Got no problem catchin' bodies I keep riders all around me They just wanna see me prosper All my shows like choir rehearsal, I'm here to preach the gospel All my hoes be lyin', they worsesome All I know is grind, keep workin' If you ain't get no check, then I ain't checkin' for ya Want this around my neck, I got that FN for ya If you ain't gettin' no money, she won't answer for ya Won't pay these hoes no mind, too busy payin' my mortgage And these lawyers Payin'[???] Used to stand on corners, hand to hand with quarters Now we get it transported Stash box in my whip, that bitch a transformer And I'm important, so my people imported Yeah, my last show, I fucked around, got ten for it And according to my calender, got ten more Play with me, you don't know what you in for Still a pull up in the 'hood like what you hidden for Pull out, catch my plug, he waitin' at the liquor store Cried a thug tear yesterday, yeah, cause they picked up Roy Damn, I got 20 mouths to feed, plenty people countin' on me I'm grouchy once I down the lean I smoked a quarter pound this week I'm movin' weight, still out of shape My newest place is out of state All these hoes, they out of pocket All these suckers gotta pay Been down that road before, so I know goin' broke is not OK I done pulled up out at eight, noddin' but I'm wide awake I'll put her on a plane, and I'll put her out for playin' Hell nah, I'm not gon' change, even though I got some change If you ain't get no check, then I ain't checkin' for ya Want this around my neck, I got that [?] for ya If you ain't gettin' no money, she won't answer for ya Won't pay these hoes no mind, too busy payin' my mortgage And these lawyers Payin'[???] Used to stand on corners, hand to hand with quarters Now we get it transported