[Intro]
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
Ayy
Shit, man
Oh damn
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
See how I'm comin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I told you, n***a, don't check me, mane
N***a, check that bitch

[Verse 1]
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
Then after this, I'm bout to hit the road for a month
Tell me, have you ever drove to Vegas in a bucket?
The money was cool, I took a chance, n***a, fuck it
You flipped out on her, found out the bitch was fuckin'
But real talk, bruh, you shoulda focused on that money
A n***a gon' be a n***a, mane, a ho gon' be a ho
Get up out your feelings, man, it's time to hit the road
Chеck it out, you gotta make sure you on toes
Nowadays, man, thеse n***as be worser than hoes
Pickin' up my bitch on the way to the O'
Droptop Lambo', I'm driving it slow
Don't call me 'bout the punk rock, ho
Play by the rules, bruh, you know how it go
[Chorus]
(N***a, don't check me)
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
(N***a, check that bitch)
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
(N***a, don't check me)
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
(N***a, check that bitch)
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)

[Verse 2]
I told n***as years ago, quit beefin' 'bout the bitch
Buy a house out the way, put a Patek on your wrist (Numbers)
Right now I'm in the booth
After this, I'm goin' swimmin'
No matter how much money I make, I'm never gon' trick it
I'm wakin' up early and I'm takin' these walks
Two hundred for the watch without a diamond at all
Baby hit me talkin' bout bookin' a flight
You ain't my bitch fo real so I ain't spendin' a dime
You n***as is trippin', destroyin' the game
I don't owe n***as shit
You n***as lightweight lame
You n***as lightweight weenie
I'm just keepin' it real
I'm a Frisco n***a
With a different appeal
White tee, blue jeans, fitted hat to the back
N***as know how I'm comin'
I'm everywhere with the bag
I got my money up
Now I'm chillin' in London
Fresco n***a with a whole lot of ducats
[Chorus]
(N***a, don't check me)
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
(N***a, check that bitch)
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
(N***a, don't check me)
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
N***a, don't check me
(N***a, check that bitch)
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch
N***a, check that bitch (Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay)