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letra de my check (acoustic) - eric bellinger

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[intro]
woo, yeah
this gon’ be your favorite song

[verse 1]
all i really wanted was a chance to play the game
i knew one shot is all it would ever take
i’m a 1 of 1 n-gga from around the way
now i’m pullin’ up to the house inside the gate, i’m on a wave
i wanna shoutout my enemies
all of them doubted me when they said no
you don’t know what it did to me
the way i’ve been puttin’ in work
i knew it would happen eventually
the way that my section is glistenin’
they had to acknowledge the victory
all of these bottles was sent to me
you won’t ever, ever hear me say we ran out
even when i’m sittin’ at my table, i stand out
got my back against the wall, yeah, hit me with the rotation
ain’t afraid to spend it all, yeah, if you with the lituation

[hook]
i could fit your whole phone number in my check
i could build another magic city with my check
i put on my n-ggas from the city with my check
she said is it weed and alcohol? and i’m like check
she must have heard about my check
would she really want me if it wasn’t for my check?
look like the lotto wrote my check
i got comma, comma, comma, commas on my check

[verse 2]
money make me happy, b-tch, i’m always smilin’
all my diamonds water, i look like a island
put a check on my feet, b-tch, these ain’t no nikes
blood all over my karates, giuseppe zanottis
y’all n-ggas really be cheap, i get money in my sleep
n-ggas get me sh-t for free, b-tches gotta pay the fee
just a one nighter and not a bridal
she want the t-tle, i’m with the t-tle
i think my lambo might be depressed
’cause all of the doors is suicidal
i think i need an apology
look at my stats, i’m a prodigy
i can’t explain what’s inside of me
you can’t f-ck with the boy, n-ggas tired of me
shoutout to b-tches that’s feelin’ me
i know my ex’s is missin’ me
all the accountants be k!llin’ me
somebody broke but it isn’t me
i just really had to add a couple rooms to my house
i think i been movin’ way too f-ckin’ fast to slow down
n-ggas always in a rush, all we wanna do is ball
she just might just call me usher
baby, you don’t have to call ’cause

[hook]
i could fit your whole phone number in my check
i could build another magic city with my check
i put on my n-ggas from the city with my check
she said is it weed and alcohol? and i’m like check
she must have heard about my check
would she really want me if it wasn’t for my check?
look like the lotto wrote my check
i got comma, comma, comma, commas on my check

[outro]
on my check, on my check
i got commas on my check like woah
oh my check, i got commas on my check

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