Check Caskey

I just want a check [x3]
Black sheep 2

Just got the call
Bird hit me up, he like, "let go move this raw"
I got dope in my jaw
They talk to police, we gon' lay down the law

I ain't saying i did nothing
But my intuition, that crime pays
I get my money
Five ways, six ways, seven ways
I'm always grinding
I'm always on to my next phase
Always walk with my chest out
I got chest pains
Took your girl to my condo
Now her g-string, it got wet stains
She was praying for a diamond, so i took that bitch to a Met's game
Scooted off on my jet plane
She analzying my text message
She a left brain
She got neck pain
She been sucking dick for too long
She got the best frame
I swear to god
I don't want no drama from your baby momma
I just want a bank account with eighty commas
I'm just trying to pull out a Mercedes on 'em