Manolo Rose - Check N Cash lyrics

[Hook: Manolo Rose] (2x) Condos what I think about Big yachts what I dream about Eight figures in my bank account I put a mattress in the trap house That's the type of sh** I think about (2x) I bought the swipers to the trap house And they can clear a n***a bank account (2x) [Verse 1: Vado] (SLIME!) First off rest in peace Shank & Boo Gotti Found out leaving the bank in a Bugatti Streets don't love you the hate is a new hobby Still in the p's getting cake from two lobbies (All Day) Young Master P with a tank and new army (Sup?) Tell me what you need if it's weight got two on me (Early) Been a bull since MJ and Luc Longley Millionaire's some be fake they too corny (I know) Tried to cut me out of a deal can't coupon me (I know) Thousand feet far from the k** I shoot calmly BLAOW I'm the man I'm that cool (Vado!) My new drum line bring more bands than black schools I tell rappers I'm not a fan I'm that rude (At all) Ya sh** trash like garbage cans with raccoons (HA!) AMG GT rubbing behind the coupe SX3 the seats hugging Couldn't hit the strip all week police flooded I been learn like Fishbourne, they deep covered Had to make a trip OT they speak southern I got to pay this big OG he need something (S'word!) Snow riftin', kids is four-fifin' The new gun stainless so is the whole kitchen (HA!) Open up in Boston market the whole chicken (Wa**up!) Beside audio I can give you the whole vision n***a [Hook: Manolo Rose] (2x) Condos what I think about Big yachts what I dream about Eight figures in my bank account I put a mattress in the trap house That's the type of sh** I think about (2x) I bought the swipers to the trap house And they can clear a n***a bank account (2x) [Verse 2: Vado] Sitting on the bench with my chain with some hot shorties Waiting to get put in the game and drop forty (Yes) Stay away from the cane my block want me Just go in the booth get paid you got stories (Heard You) Don't play with them Rich Porter was weighing them But that's eighties terror my era was Baby J and em' (Harlem!) Pop Lotti, [?] Mack, Choppie, and [?] em Vacant lot was hot Ruff Rydaz awaken them I'm something like back in the day Floor seats you can't see mink hat in the way Success the key to it is a package of ye If your ex f** broke dudes that's a smack in the face Kept a bird on my shoulder had to learn all the quotas I know drug dealers and k**as turn to promoters Worn everyday n***a had to turn to a soldier Having breakfast crab cakes served with mimosas I ain't sh**ting I'm light spitting I come through in that new edition like Mike Bivin's Your work good but off and on like light switches Come to Harlem I'm in the hood like white sixes [Hook: Manolo Rose] (2x) Condos what I think about Big yachts what I dream about Eight figures in my bank account I put a mattress in the trap house That's the type of sh** I think about (2x)