Checks Don Toliver

[Intro]
Ayy, Ramy, light up another blunt, bro
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh
Slap her heart of cash on the table
I been going hella hard, now I’m able
Fuck— fuck— fuckin’ up checks on Rodeo
I’ma live my life if I lay out the yayo, uh huh

[Verse 1]
It’s a rock and roll, call— call— call me in the [?]
I blow it by the O, I’ll show you how I roll
Hitting licks on the low, it’s a Taliban flow
When I let up [?], bend a file ‘til it close
Finna sit on some more, pour the rest on the floor
Keep a thirty for you hoes, I been playin’ ‘round for sure
Goin’ global with the bros
In a Jeep with no doors
Got the choppa, it’s exposed
I’ma ride for my bros