Songtext Rn check Wiz Khalifa

Rn check

What?

Twenty hour flight to India just got walked down (Walked down)
She throw it back, she make it clap, I'ma need more rounds (More rounds)
Give you ten racks, sit on my lap, that's a first down (First down)
Fuck a famous nigga, get you a bust down (Bust down)
Bad bitch, couple friends
My crib, both are ten
Weed lit, must be twins (Must be twins)
Keep more than one in the bed
Don't give a fuck what they sayin'
I'm 'bout the money, that's that
Got tats, got dreads
Got stacks, got bands
Got packs, got plants
She clap, no hands (No hands)
Low-key, she a fan, bro think he Durant
(I'm on the phone) I ain't even land
Keep on askin' for the price like he need an answer
Shorty got a lot of ass, I think she a dancer (Dancer)
Want smoke? Bring a O in
Got no opps, but I'm with some strippers
So my new house got some poles in it (Poles in it)
Fine shit only, bend it over, touch her toesies
My lil' cousin by the stove with a gun and a Rollie (And a Rollie)
HDR (HDR), you gotta show me (Gotta show me)
Don't call me unc' (Don't call me unc'), I'm big homie

All the bad bitches want a street nigga with a gun on him
Brought it with me in the club 'cause I know the club owner
Gettin' money feel good, don't it?
You really like her? Spend a dub on her
I can tell that ass real 'cause she let me rub on it
I fuck good and I smell good, come hug on me (Huh)
Real nigga, check (Check)
Fresh as fuck, check (Check)
Keep my bitch in check (Check)
She know I'm up a check (A check)
I fuck good, check (Check)
Ooh and that boy can dress too (Check)
Love a bitch with tattoos (Check)
Get money a real mood (Huh)

My bitch cold, I touchdown in her end zone
My first job was a pound of weed and a flip phone
That gun boring, put a switch on it
When it's real smoke, cut that Wiz on

Ayy, cut that Wiz on, these niggas say they want smoke
We 'bout to go slide on 'em

I know these niggas want my spot
I'm with a bad bitch on a yacht
They want me to crash out, but I'm not
Just got in a bang-out with the opps
I got the yay', I'm sittin' in the spot
I take it way, way too far
But my lil' young bitch a new car
I got a brand-new Audemar
Don't gotta prove shit, I'm rich
I'm in the stoley with a switch
Shouldn't be doin' this, I'm a star
Niggas like me, I raised the bar
I'm really way, way too up
I'm really way, way too up
None of my opps gon' catch up
I'm doin' way, way too much
Overly way, way too up
This shit gettin' way, way too deep
I'm like Dwyane Wade with the Heat
These niggas way, way too sweet
I'm really too swift on my feet
I got a famous bitch on her knees

I got a good girl rollin' weed
I got a hotel by the beach

All the bad bitches want a street nigga with a gun on him
Brought it with me in the club 'cause I know the club owner
Gettin' money feel good, don't it?
You really like her? Spend a dub on her
I can tell that ass real 'cause she let me rub on it
I fuck good and I smell good, come hug on me (Huh)
Real nigga, check (Check)
Fresh as fuck, check (Check)
Keep my bitch in check (Check)
She know I'm up a check (A check)
I fuck good, check (Check)
Ooh and that boy can dress too (Check)
Love a bitch with tattoos (Check)
Get money a real mood (Mood)