Cut the Check Roc Marciano (Ft. Blu & Quelle Chris)

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris & Roc Marciano]
Yeah, this is all our turf, Warriors
Won't let them niggas slick us with their slickery
Paying money to the coroner
Them old "blah blah blah" niggas is boring ya
We glide on the scene like Gumby nigga
Estefan, Gloria
Will it be all over in the morning?
Fuck that nigga, cash is calling
Keep me breathing, like nigga in the morning
Keep your teeth white
Right from under your nose, master thieves
Carti on the trapper but still snatch the cheese
Two Gs, green and green
Go hand in hand like cookies and cream (Bum ass niggas)
That's pussy and cash rules everything around me
Cookies and cream (Uh)
That's pussy and cash rules everything around me
Cookies and cream

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Yeah, yo, Cali weed in the Swisher
Laying on the fishnet on the beam with Melissa
Keep the lean in the pitcher
Potent green with my team in the picture
Catch ya queen in the shitter, might sacrifice ya bishop
Uh, the motif's never show teeth
Snow beast, level o-geese
We put the coke in them streets
My old shit is heat, I'm currently at my peak (Top notch!)
Trial by fire
Pliers something thick like Mya in a choir, the fiend wore a wire
Word to Lil Rock, I serve crackheads little rocks
Niggas gangbanging out in Little Rock
Black skully in the summer, lick a hundred out the Hummer
Sound like a drummer, newcomer
Go hard like the Dream in the paint
Niggas think it's a game but it ain't, I'm saying