Текст песни Checc (DJ Holiday) с переводом

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Uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this

A lot of money, yeah, uh wait

A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Whip up a 8-ball, look like milk

Tryna take my chain and get killed

They talk like they gangsta, not built

I jump out the wraith off a pill

I fuck your bitch, I don’t kiss her (Never)

I don’t know how it feel to miss her (I don’t)

I’m on some shit, like a tissue

.50 my clip for the issue

I dropped a bag on a marching band

Sticks and drums, is you dumb?

Where I am from, we tat the hood on us

Get a gun, a nigga run

I always knew money would come

Bend your bitch over, get all in her guts

I’m kicking shit like I punt

I switch up my bitch every month

I be with blood and with crip

In love with the avenue, hugging the strip

Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get

Play 21 Savage, while fuckin' your bitch

Wake up, and go take a trip

I’m drunk off Champagne, and I’m orderin' shrimp

It ain’t hard to notice I’m rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for a check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

Offset!

Bullets gon' send them a message

Got thots and barbies sittin' all in my section

Water on my cross, on my chest like a Reverend

Tie up my shoes, little bitch, you a peasent

Yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom

I get the AP, I’m quick to go bust it

Yeah, momma told me watch the suckers

You got the check, now don’t let niggas pluck you

Grandma done die now I’m cover

Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother

I want that seein' demons and commas

You don’t see why? I’ve been flexin' all summer

On the narcotics then turn to a zombie

200k for the Jet, go to London

Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer

Servin' the yay out my grandmama dungeon

I got a bad lil' hoe

Diamonds looking like they call lil' hoe

Perking niggas for the cash, hello

Finesse a nigga with the swag, I blow

I get the paper, smooth operator

Throw you in a pool full of gators

Crawlin' in the coupes, now or later

Taking off my roof, now or later

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for a check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex

I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain’t nothin' that’s like my Patek

I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin',

I wake up like, «Next»

I had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh

I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was and I had it on in the

'jects

Up like I don’t want no rest

Gucci blue, I want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck

My foot on they neck and these bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce,

it fit me the best

I’m in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend

If we don’t know you, then we taxing

I’m from New York, she love my accent

I remember I was trappin', duct tape another package

You livin' like it couldn’t happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin'

I know some demons, I’m a savage

Molly in her, got her laughing

Don’t compare, I’m not no average

Itches staring, 'cause I’m flashing

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check

Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol

I don’t want no issues, I look like a check

I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit

I know that they plottin', I look like a check

I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada

I run up them dollars, I look like a check

All my young niggas gon' wild for a check

Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex