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Cheque

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
Aminé
Aminé
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Daniel
Adam Daniel
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Jack Gibson
Jack Gibson
Songwriter
Richard Olowaranti Mbu Isong
Richard Olowaranti Mbu Isong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P2J
P2J
Producer
Gibbo
Gibbo
Producer
Whyjay
Whyjay
Recording Engineer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini My jewellery expensive, I spent me a cheque Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini Put packs on the pussy and went on a jet Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel If I give her the tip, she gon' beg for the rest Man talkin' shit when I'm not on the city Bro do what I say and I send him the bread Racks in the middle like Roddy and Nipsey I hop out the whip with intention to flex Man talkin' shit whеn I'm not on the city Bro do what I say and I send him the brеad Back out the mansion, I pool for the strippers Like double your whip I spent on my neck Gave her some racks now she covered in Fendi The opp's don't offend me, I couldn't give a F Ain't talkin' money, I don't wanna listen I count up a thirty, she givin' me neck I got that water if she gettin' thirsty My (deck scratch) certi but sick in the head Takin' a snap on the back of a dirty Like nuttin' can hurt me, I live on the edge Fuck all my opp's, I ain't showin' no mercy Pull racks out the dirt and put it on your head Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini My jewellery expensive, I spent me a cheque Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini Put packs in the pussy and went on a jet Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel If I give her the tip, she gon' beg for the rest Man talkin' shit when I'm not on the city Bro do what I say and I send him the bread (Yeah) Been like three months, I spent over two-fifty My whip automatic, no gears on my stick Might talkin' shit when I'm not in the city I hop out the truck and appear with a clique Big double D, that's the size of her titty She double the C when she wearin' the kicks Broski or boo, if you mention my name And you ain't blankin' no text, when he air it and dip Finish the show, fill the tour bus with models Got three of 'em on me, they sharin' the dick Party, I take couple thousand on bottles, linked And fucked her right there in the whip Way down the pussy, I brought me some goggles But ain't gonna eat if there's hairs on the kit' She gon' love me by the end of tomorrow I fuck her so good, she be scared to commit (Commit) Mortgage is paid, know my Bentley ain't rented That limo', the tint's got my goons in the Jeep Money been up, give a fuck 'bout who's trendin' Ain't makin' me bread, what you doin' for me? (For me) Been on the ends and I'm still on the ends All the trappers, they love me, my shooters are free Try get me down, gonna finish the job Get your money back, pussy, don't lose the receipt Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini My jewellery expensive, I spent me a cheque Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini Put packs in the pussy and went on a jet Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel If I give her the tip, she gon' beg for the rest Man talkin' shit when I'm not on the city Bro do what I say and I send him the bread Why do they lie? I see money is your motive it's alright Why do they try? Now I think it's time for you to see the sign (Okay)
Writer(s): Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, Harrison James Armstrong, Gibbo, Adam Amine Daniel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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