Carmin - Don't Cheque on Me Lyrics

Don't be checkin on me if you don't got no cheques for me
I ain't playin I'm about my bread, I'm all about my cheese
Ain't a rat, I'll still leave you flat tryna catch me in the streets
Cause I'm bout my pay and I'll smoke any dude tryna touch my G's
That's a fact, ain't a lie
Ill stack money till I die
Probably soon I'll deck myself in a little bit of ice
That'll be cool, or should I say cold but that's the point aside
Cause the real money comes and then my doors go suicide

Mhrb for the potion so I just drop it in
If you know, then you know, blendin' it up with a grin
It ain't a sin, I'm finding me I'm floating through the wind
If I didn't I might never love life, I might never win
But I do and I will, so I'm manifesting life
Ill make it rappin' and I know I have seen it through it the mic
I can see it going up fast just like its on a hike
And if you think I'm crazy, blessed, cause that the shit I like
I'm that wild motherf*cker that you knew back in high school
Should've got up in the talent show and sang a haiku
But it doesn't matter all of you will hear that soon
Know why? Cause I got aim I'm shooting for the f*ckin' moon
Top charts, that's the list I'll be on
Not sub par, 3 minus 2 I'm number 1
I'll be in a fast cars, yeah I'll be swervin' round the dot
If you act hard don't think bro won't put you on the spot
There's only facts, comin' out my motherf*ckin' teeth
There's only racks, yeah I'm making all the f*ckin' green
Just like that, I'm snapping imma mothaf*ckin' beast
Only a handful of rappers that could beat me on a beat
For the rest of you MC's sorry, it's my time to eat
Imma make it, Imma get it I'll be in a McLaren seats
You won't be able to race I'll be way to fast to meet
In the driver Pullin' out my driveway it gon' sound like skeeeet
Or skrtttt, cause you all know that I be swervin'
Switchin' lanes they all honkin' I'm a young driver I'm learnin'
They stay lookin' at my backwoods ash fall and they concernin'
You can smell these tires my blunt ain't the only thing that's burnin'
Imma boss, yeah Imma Imma Imma a go getter
I'm the dude that will probably make ya hoe wetter
You a bitch, and if she wanna f*ck then you will let her
She be riding grabbin' so hard think she ripped my Gucci sweater (Ah f*ck)

Don't be checkin' on me if you don't got no cheques for me
I ain't playin' I'm about my bread, I'm all about my cheese
Ain't a rat, I'll still leave you flat tryna catch me in the streets
Cause I'm bout my pay and I'll smoke any dude tryna touch my G's
That's a fact, ain't a lie
Ill stack money till I die
Probably soon I'll deck myself in a little bit of ice
That'll be cool, or should I say cold but that's the point aside
Cause the real money comes and then my doors go suicide

Ah f*ck, kick the bitch out the f*ckin' crib
I ain't f*ckin' with no hoes no more I think I found my rib
You get it? I get it, Like Adam and Eve it's his
I'm grinding for my spot and I don't got no time to give
That shit valuable we have a limited quantity
So Imma use mine to make my dreams able to see
And stay grindin', yeah I'll make sure I do all my deeds
Only people I show love to are my dogs and family
That's a fact and that's the only shit that I be spittin'
Gimme maximum 2 years shit for sure I be winnin'
Maybe less, but shordies already love to undress
Probably know it's set in stone man I already know I'm blessed
Been about a year and damn, I can almost see the rest
Fam is coolin' all my favorite cars some more shit comin next
But the grind don't stop, and keeps me on my step
Steppin' my foot forward till I'm the f*cking best, rapper alive
I will strive till I get what I want
All those icy gold chains I don't need that shit to flaunt
I'll have houses and investments that will laugh straight at your watch
But I'll probably have a couple rings they'll hit hard as scotch