Roc Marciano - Cut the Check lyrics

[Verse 1 - Blu] Yeah... This is all our turf... Warriors Won't let them n***as slick us with their slickery Paying money to the coroner Them old 'blah blah blah' n***as is boring ya We glide on the scene like Gumby n***a Estafan, Gloria Will it be all over in the morning?! f** that n***a, cash is calling Keep me breathing Like n***a in the morning keep your teeth white Right from under your nose, master thieves Carti on the trapper still snatch the cheese Two G's green and green Go hand in hand like cookies and cream (Bum a** n***as) That's p**y and cash rules everthing around me Cookies and cream That's p**y and cash rules everthing around me Cookies and cream [Verse 2 - Roc Marciano] Cali weed and swisha Laying on the fishnet on the beam with Melissa Keep the lean in the pitcher Potent green with the team in the picture Catch ya queen in the sh**ter Might sacrifice ya bishop The motif's never show teeth Snow beast level o geese We put the coke in them streets My old sh** 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 n***as g**ning out in Little Rock Black skully in the summer Dumped a hundred out the Hummer Sound like a drummer, newcomer Go hard like the dream in the paint n***as think it's a game but it ain't, I'm saying... [Chorus x 2] Dough in the sweats Sippin' on the Moet n***as know what I rep b**hes blowin' the head Yo cut the motherf**ing check Go cut the motherf**ing check [Verse 3 - Quelle Chris] Cake out the bank like a bakery Bread rolls out that bag that they stuff for me Lex-o seats heat up so comfortably Head from hoes, head honchos come f** with me Jeeves... cut the cheese Cut the wine ma, the moolah Six stars... big cars Big body... big sparks Big heart artichokes with the cigar The [?] on the roll always make [?] We living large, getting ours And give it back to the titty bar, it's yours We make it rain, Dustin Hoffman Dust him off man, he was a boss man Big Slauson flossing like the Baldwin Hills Ball point sk**, James Bulger In the hills with the tall thing, dark skin Blonde [?] hard licks Woke up and my brain was doing Mark Spitz Mo' money gotta get made And you know me I gotta get paid [Chorus x 2] Dough in the sweats Sippin' on the Moet n***as know what I rep b**hes blowin' the head Yo cut the motherf**ing check Go cut the motherf**ing check