Cheque Song Lyrics

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Song:– Cheque

Singer:– Aitch

Album:– Close To Home

Producer:– P2J & Gibbo

Written:– Aitch, Aminé, Gibbo & P2J

Cheque Lyrics Aitch

[Chorus]
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 pussy 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’ shit when I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread

[Verse 1]
Racks in the middle like Roddy and Nipsey
I hop out the whip with intention to flex
Man talkin’ shit whеn I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the brеad
Back out the mansion, the pool for the strippers
Like double your whip, what I spent on my neck
Gave her some racks now she covered in Fendi
The opps 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 bitches are certi but sick in the head
Takin’ a snap on the back of a thirty
Like nothin’ can hurt me, I live on the edge
Fuck on my opps, I ain’t showin’ no mercy
Pull racks out the dirt and put it on your head

[Chorus]
Bentley Bentayga, two door Lamborghini
My jewellery expensive, I spent me a cheque
Splash on my baby, we flew Santorini
Put packs on the pussy 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’ shit when I’m not on the city
Bro do what I say and I send him the bread (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Been like three months, I spent over two-fifty
My whip automatic, no gears on my stick
Man talkin’ shit 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 you air it and dip
Finish the show, fill the tour bus with models
Got three of ’em on me, they sharin’ the dick
Party, I take couple thousand on bottles, linked─
And fucked her right there in the whip
Way down the pussy, 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 fuck her so good, she be scared to commit (Commit)
Mortgage is paid, know my Bentley ain’t rented
I limo’ the tint’s got my goons in the Jeep
Money been up, give a fuck ’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, pussy, don’t lose the receipt