Cheque Lyrics by Aitch is a New English song from the album “Close To Home” sung by popular rapper Aitch. Lyrics of this song are written by Aitch and music produced by Gibbo.
Cheque Lyrics
Yeah, Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewellery expensive
I spent me a cheque
Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini
Put packs on the p***y and went on a jet
Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel
If I give her the tip, she gon’ beg for the rest
Man talkin’ s**t when I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread
Racks in the middle like Roddy and Nipsey
I hop out the whip with intention to flex
Man talkin’ s**t whеn I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the brеad
Back out the mansion, I pool for the strippers
Like double your whip what I spent on my neck
Gave her some racks now she covered in Fendi
The opp’s don’t offend me
I couldn’t give a F
Ain’t talkin’ money, I don’t wanna listen
I count up a thirty, she givin’ me neck
I got that water if she gettin’ thirsty
My bi**hes are certi but but sick in the head
Takin’ a snap on the back of a dirty
Like nothin’ can hurt me, I live on the edge
F**k on my opp’s, I ain’t showin’ no mercy
Pull racks out the dirty and put it on your head
Yeah, Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewellery expensive
I spent me a cheque
Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini
Put packs on the p***y and went on a jet
Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel
If I give her the tip, she gon’ beg for the rest
Man talkin’ s**t when I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread (Yeah)
Been like three months, I spent over two-fifty
My whip automatic, no gears on my stick
Might talkin’ s**t when I’m not in the city
I hop out the truck and appear with a clique
Big double D, that’s the size of her titty
She double the C when she wearin’ the kicks
Broski or boo, if you mention my name
And you ain’t blankin’ no text, When he air it and dip
Finish the show, fill the tour bus with models
Got three of ’em on me, they sharin’ the d***
Party, I take couple thousand on bottles, linked
And fucked her right there in the whip
Way down the p***y, I brought me some goggles
But ain’t gonna eat if there’s hairs on the kit’
She gon’ love me by the end of tomorrow
I f**k her so good
She be scared to commit (Commit)
Mortgage is paid, know my Bentley ain’t rented
That limo’, the tint’s got my goons in the Jeep
Money been up, give a f**k ’bout who’s trendin’
Ain’t makin’ me bread, what you doin’ for me? (For me)
Been on the ends and I’m still on the ends
All the trappers, they love me, my shooters are free
Try get me down, gonna finish the job
Get your money back, p***y, don’t lose the receipt
Yeah, Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewellery expensive
I spent me a cheque
Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini
Put packs on the p***y and went on a jet
Shawty come through, smell like Coco Chanel
If I give her the tip, she gon’ beg for the rest
Man talkin’ s**t when I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread
(…?), I see money (…?)
(…?), who they try?
Now I think it’s time for you to see the sign (Okay)
Song Details
Singer : Aitch
Album : Close To Home
Lyrics : Aitch, Gibbo, P2J
Music : P2J, Gibbo