Aitch - Cheque Lyrics

Yeah, Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewelry 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 in 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 when I'm not in the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread
Pack out the mansion, a pool full of strippers
I double your whip what I spent on my neck
Gave her some racks now she covered in Fendi
The opps don't offend me, I couldn't give an 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 are certi but sick in the head
Takin' a snap on the back of a dirty
Like nothin' can hurt me, I live on the edge
Fuck all my opps, I ain't showin' no mercy
Pull racks out the dirt and put it on your head

Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewelry 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 in 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
Man talkin' shit when I'm not in the city
I hop out the truck and appear with the clique
Big double D, that's the size of her titties
She double the C when she wearin' the kicks
Broski will boot it you mention my name
He ain't blankin' no texts when he air it and dip
Finished the show, filled the tour bus with models
Got three of them on me, they're sharin' the dick
Party, I take couple thousand on bottles
Linked and fucked her right there in the whip
Rain on 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
Mortgage is paid, know my Bentley ain't rented
I limo the tints, 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?
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, didn't finish the job
Get your money back, pussy, don't lose the receipt

Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewelry 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 in 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 okay
Why do they try?
Now I think it's time for you to see the sign (okay)