Connect - Checks In The Stash lyrics

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Connect - Checks In The Stash lyrics

[Hook: Mike Zombie] I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash I got, I got, I got, I got I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash [Verse 1: Mike Zombie] (I got) people telling me the wrong things (I got) n***as with me that is gon' swing (I got) stripper b**hes with some tongue rings (I got) relationships, the on and off things (I got) music that be goin' over heads (I got) a woman that just missed her period (I got) bunch of beefin' with my siblings (I got) check up in the cut I didn't cash Do it for the money like computer keyboards You will get the bar if you're looking at yours n***as know the main goal to put the team on Always need mine but I never need yours Hollow called me up like you should've been on Swear that I'ma get it 'fore the age of 24 f** n***as hatin', tell them n***as carry on Verses so fly that these sh**s a carry on f** n***as gon' hate on me anyway Say I produce, hop on a track and get renegaded Yeah I got the juice and I got the noose that cannot be hanged with Yeah tell Mr. Huxtable that I want his spot at the walk of fame, b**h [Pre-Hook: Mike Zombie] I'm young and reckless, you can probably tell by all this Henny that I got up in my cup Got all these n***as in my pocket, why these n***as steady clocking, bet they hope that I go broke and run it up [Hook: Mike Zombie] I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash I got, I got, I got, I got I got checks I ain't cash, I ain't wanna brag I got checks in the stash, since we talkin' cash [Verse 2: Connect] (I got) n***as and they pray for my downfall (I got) dogs and they bust at Greyhounds, y'all (I got) a bag of hashtags, straight pounds yo (I got) haters so I don't stay around y'all (I got) problems, for money I'll two step (I got) a chopper I ain't get to use yet (I got) commas I ain't get through yet (I got) phone blowin' up, missed calls like a new ref Or the fourth quarter, pound only two left Plug life, more money but I do less n***as grade A but they got a few F's No we don't play boy, no Hugh Heff k** it, apocalyptic, accounts that's filled with a lot of digits Money in the air, and I gotta get it Got my checks up, doctors visits Found a lot of snakes, I ain't tryna get bit All I hear is hissing Money so long I'ma need a intermission I ball big, kinda like the Simpsons I could never go broke, weed money looking like coco I kinda wanna be like lobos But for now I'm ghost though (I got) pound of the pint for the 25 Only look at things from the money side Laughing to the bank, I'm a funny guy Gotta keep the thing by the tummy, ah Talked to the real, hope the fake die Y'all say the heart black like Akon And your b**h give me box like Layla And I knock it out the park like A-Rod (I got) checks I ain't even got to cash yet Talking rich, I been like Affleck But they don't really hear me, man they act deaf Like a Nike warehouse, got mad checks Got the traphouse jumping like a system in it Got a pile full of checks that they wish I finished Talkin' bread I can't pa** like it's the limit All this Jersey-ness, I need Mitchell in it [Verse 3: Mike Zombie] I got gold in my mouth like I'm from the south side I got b**hes all in my room with they mouth wide I got b**hes that swallow for green like popye I got n***as that really know that I'm 'bout mine I got people that wanna know why I'm not signed I am really the black sheep, I am not lyin' I know a group of friends that I f**ed, I'm talkin' all five Now they hit me and act like they got the wrong line (sh**) That's what happen when you stunt with the kid You ain't know a n***a talk like this Finally 'bout to pay my tuition I ain't doin' no more wishing b**h I'm well off, don't you get it? Paris to Africa, the whole world listening f** am I concerned with a n***a in my city? Still wiggin' out, call me Z-O-Wiggins Khaled on the text and he told me go get it Sending out the beats and the n***as don't pick 'em sh** so flames they don't know what to do with 'em 609 the wave and you can't get a ripple Made "Started" n***as made Willingboro wiggle f** I look like even hatin' on your a** When a young n***a still got checks in the stash