CHECK! (B)

Yeah Ah-ha, ah Check I say, "Fee-fi-fo-fum" I go dumb like a skinny blonde with big titties and no bum Or big titties and big ass with no brain And an OnlyFan's link in her bio with no shame At least, she's gettin' money when they click the Linktree But I don't spend no money when I tell her, "Link me" I DM about some shit that I don't care about And if she do reply, get her number and start talkin' freaky Look, a broke bitch, ain't got shit on me A urinal, don't you ever try to shit on me A funeral gon' come after that, don't forget that I rap, rap No, for real, I'm wrappin' bodies literally That ain't a figure of speech Used to live on Figueroa Street before my figures hit five, six, and seven Four was me, foe still is me, bitch, I'm your biggest enemy Foe (get it? Weak) in a weak, y'all barely passin' three I say, "Who's that knocking at the door?" It was just a customer tryna' cop an O Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough Unless you got a (check) check (check, check, check) Check (check), check (check) Check (check), check (check) Check (check), check (check) Check (check) Glock on my right, yup, bad bitch, yup I sleep like a baby, with these things around my bed Daydream on a date, she's like "What's inside your head?" I point to the waiter, and I tell her ass, "Check" I ain't got no time to be broke You send a song and I don't know you, send it back with a quote See, where I'm from, we tell the truth, unless this shit under oath And, yes, she sees that I'm the truth, that's why she's doing the most (most) But I will never elope, I'm sorta married to dough And if she don't know how to bake, then baby girl gotta go And I ain't bringin' in no babies 'til my figures is eight (eight) And I'm retirin' at 40, disappear with no trace (trace) I stay ahead of the race, and stay away from the flakes And stay away from the Jakes, and stay away from the hate Although, they've been around lately, stay away from the fakes 'Cause If I got a problem with you, say it straight to your face (to your face) "Who's that knocking at the door?" It was just a customer tryna cop an O Now your favorite rapper on my dick, coppin' flows I can't open up, 'cause I stick to the dough Unless you got a (check) check (check, check, check) Check (check), check (check) Check (check), check (check) Check (check), check (check) Check, check, check, check