Publishing Checks Wale

[Verse 1]
(Blue Moon)
This shit my destiny
Been out and I dress in Dries
An hour with the back and forth
Made a mortgage from housing beats
The devil, you 'bout to meet
Got a chopper I never squeeze
No Wahala, I play for keeps
And my drama baratata at your feet
But back to that rapper shit
That backpack, not that trapper shit
I'm addicted to fashion and bitches 'bout action
And Visvim and moccasins
You tripping, I got the shit
You tripping, I got the shit
I spend it and spend it and spend it and spend it
I make this shit back on my publishing

[Hook]
Check out my publishing
All the niggas who with me don't love a bitch
All the niggas who with me don't love a hoe
Kind of clumsy, I might let that Baretta go
Man I'm Lunch'n,I just them edibles
Now my head is spinng, where that antidote
Bitch I'm trying to mold you cause you'r man a hoe
Now this shit jump'n like Manigault