Pz' Check Cleared
[Intro]
Brrat (Blegh, blegh)
Okay
[Chorus]
Check cleared (Yeah)
Shawty like pressed pills, I might give her a X pill (Yeah)
Ten hour flight to London, I pop out Brick Lane, I'm eatin' the best meals (Yeah)
Shawty a bitch, that nigga done switched, he takin' the red pill (Baow)
Run up a ten-mil', Pz' poppin', I'm stickin' these niggas like *Real Steel* (Real Steel)
And these niggas my children, I might bust a lil' roll and cop him a big wheel
Ride it off in a fat wheel just to show these lil' niggas I'm gettin' them big bills
Balenci' and Prada, I'm fixin' my posture
Pockets bustin', I walk with a waddle
Thеse niggas poppin', they don't got no guala
Runway season, I'm poppin' my collar (Damn)
[Verse]
All of thеse niggas just wanna be Dølla
Fashion week, wanna hang with a model
Spinnin' the globe like a motherfuckin' scholar (Baow)
Poppin' shit, man, lil' Pz' a baller
Okay, check cleared
Shawty like pressed pills, I might give her a X pill
Ten hour flight to London, I pop out Brick Lane, I'm eatin' the best meals (Yeah)
Shawty a bitch, that nigga done switched, he takin' the red pill
It's just Effa and Jenna, and they tryna make sure I'm gettin' the best deal (Yeah)
Man, this shit get too real, too real, man, this shit get too real
Chasin' that chicken (Baow), pray to God, I'm givin' this shit my all (All)
Swing that rock like a quarterback 'cause all I wanna do is ball (Ball)
It was ninth grade on the Southside, they was hittin' hoes in the stall (Stall)
Tryna bless all the real bronem with a bust down Audemars (Bling)
I been poppin' shit since I was sixteen, man, that young nigga goin' far (Far)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they really 'bout a check, but they ho payin' at the bar (Blaow)
These niggas goin' out bad, bro, I swear to God
Shit gettin' too crazy, man (Baow)
[Chorus]
Check cleared (Yeah)
Shawty like pressed pills, I might give her a X pill (Yeah)
Ten hour flight to London, I pop out Brick Lane, I'm eatin' the best meals (Yeah)
Shawty a bitch, that nigga done switched, he takin' the red pill (Baow)
Run up a ten-mil', Pz' poppin', I'm stickin' these niggas like *Real Steel* (Real Steel)
And these niggas my children, I might bust a lil' roll and cop him a big wheel
Ride it off in a fat wheel just to show these lil' niggas I'm gettin' them big bills
Balenci' and Prada, I'm fixin' my posture
Pockets bustin', I walk with a waddle
These niggas poppin', they don't got no guala
Runway season, I'm poppin' my collar
