LBO Lyrics's video: Logic - Check Please Lyrics

Follow our spotify playlist (TikTok Bangers) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/70JGeLOPQMYiFX47QqTOj0?si=61x74EvxS5aGwS8espohcg&utm_source=copy-link Subscribe and press (🔔) to join the Notification Squad and stay updated with new uploads Follow Logic: http://facebook.com/logic http://instagram.com/logic http://twitter.com/logic301 📷 Wallpaper: https://unsplash.com ©️If any producer or label has an issue with this song or picture, please get in contact with us and we will delete it immediately. Lyrics: Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (That paper) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Cash) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Crypto) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Ayy, check please) Ice on my neck, make my neck freeze You know I run the wave, no jetski's New bitch on me so sexy Got me kind of glad that my ex wife left me You know I ball hard, you can catch me at the Espy's Sliding on my goals like I'm motherfucking Gretzky Ayy, you know it's on and popping like Pepsi Ayy, you know it's on and popping like, popping like Uh, gra-ta-ta-ta, bitch I don't give a fuck Yeah I'm sliding on this bitch, I never get stuck Yea I got it on tuck Going dumb like that Nuck If You Buck I pull up in a Maybach, then pull up the truck Huh, you ain't shit, you a cuck I stay with ice I might need me a puck Bitch I got racks like my bank account Nordstrom We talking houses, with them I got four of 'em More of 'em coming They talking that shit leave 'em done And I'm stunting, I'm running this shit like a marathon Used to hit the soup kitchen on Tuesdays now I be shopping at Erwehon Yea I shine like a flare gun Feeling fresh like I just got my hair done Like I just got my hair did, boy don't sleep on my heritage (What's that?) Black man, black man, running from the police Know we gotta make it out, never had a doubt But the route wasn't clear, needed somebody to show me Who I am, what I be, life is in front of me I don't know how I do this shit everyday, it come to me Really if it come to that, chain around my neck, that's a hundred racks Acting like you got it bitch you really need to run it back (Ah, yeah) Ayy, how the fuck you finna buy a Rolex, but you ain't paid yo' taxes? No less, man you got me so stressed Young motherfuckers, want 'em all to win Guess they know a lot more Why you think the boy tryna reach 'em right now, fo? Know you wanna flex, maybe paying all your debts might help you in the long run Locked up for evasion, that's a long one (No I can't take this shit no more, let's go, let's let's) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (That paper) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Cash) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Crypto) Let's get this money, get that dough-o-o (Check please) Tags Logic, Check Please, Logic Check Please, Check Please Logic, Lyrics, Lyrics Check Please, Logic Check Please Lyrics, Check Please Logic Lyrics, Logic Lyrics, Check Please Lyrics Logic, Lyrics Logic Check Please, Lyrics Check Please Logic