Listen to Check in My Name (feat. Cluu & Davestateofmind) by Buddha

Check in My Name (feat. Cluu & Davestateofmind)

Buddha

Hip-Hop/Rap

4 Shazams

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byers
David Byers
Songwriter
E'Stevan Ashe
E'Stevan Ashe
Songwriter
Jalen Medgar Houston
Jalen Medgar Houston
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tryna get high as I can Stay with a blunt in my hand Fasho I'm the man with the plan Turning yo' hoe to a fan All black like I'm fighting The Man Gettin' it Check in the game, start winning shit Check in my name, I'm winning bitch Ain't got no patience for silly shit Been broke as a joke, I need really rich Recording on tour 'A Milli' shit TBC mob, Billy shit Tryna me win a ring, it already fit Hate when niggas flex what they ain't earn, so I take If niggas had this weighing on they brain, mane they would break So I can't hesitate or meditate I self-medicate and elevate I'm Buu, I need Ella Mai! These niggas really some pussies, who gon' set em straight? These niggas really some prey, so I'ma let em pray I seen some evil in my eyes in the mirror And I'm glazed, dazed, hazed, unfamiliar Whole lotta drums, but I ain't Dilla I'm killing these niggas, but I'm not a killer I can't fuck my deals up I still give you realer and realer and realer Me and Cluu go gorilla And we all need chinchillas I'm sick like I'm iller, I'm balling like Billups Like Mike got that off white Thriller Dripped down, Off-White with Margiela's Special bag talk right with my dealer Bra a healer now I'm pilled up and I feel up Gettin' it Check in the game, start winning shit Check in my name, I'm winning bitch Ain't got no patience for silly shit Been broke as a joke, I need really rich Recording on tour 'A Milli' shit TBC mob, Billy shit Tryna me win a ring, it already fit Fuck up a check for mine All the OGs say I'm ahead of my time Yeah, I'm one of a kind I fuck that bitch, I put dick in her spine I do this every time When I wake up I get straight to the grind Straight to the grind, I get straight to the I put my team on my back I'm selling packs till' I get me a plaque I'm in the back of the Bach' I'm with a bitch, but I don't get attached I don't never attach When I go places, I gotta go with a strap And I'm all over the map Making moves off of rap Gettin' it, she want a nigga with benefits Really rich, woke up and handle my businesses Dividends, I don't start nothing I finish it Yeah killing shit, I cook it up and they feeling it Most of my niggas look menacing Yeah they ignorant and belligerent Billionaire Circle, who lit as this? But Buu got the gift, like a Christmas list Gettin' it Check in the game, start winning shit Check in my name, I'm winning bitch Ain't got no patience for silly shit Been broke as a joke, I need really rich Recording on tour 'A Milli' shit TBC mob, Billy shit Tryna me win a ring, it already fit
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