Kade Fresco – Hate A Check lyrics

[Chorus:]
Pull up in a foreign take your bitch then I peeled of
Fendi with the robins on to what you talkin bout
48 on the Cuban link I done came up
Fuck a hater, I done came thru, ain't a stain on me

Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Cause im a walking check, im a talking check, ima run a check up

24 karate’s gold fangs talking cash shit
Pull up in a Maserati hop out with a bad bitch
She a trap bitch to, whip it like magic
Hand inside my true religion jeans for the sack bitch

[Verse 1:]
Piss a nigga off I pulled up in something foreign
My shawty mad cause I hit and left her in the morning
I’m as playa as it gets lil shawty call it what you call it
If I said hop in that coop I bet that ain't gone be no problem hoe
I just pulled of the fucking lot in something flashy
Bad bitch, with a attitude, ugh, nasty
But she super thick, do a trick, ugh, magic
Givenchy on im a motherfucker with fashion
Ferragamo slippers on bitch that’s why you hating
In the club, free VIP, fuck paying
Make her bring it back, Cadillac Deville on Dayton’s
I be fucking hoes you can’t even conversate with

[Chorus x2:]
Pull up in a foreign take your bitch then I peeled of
Fendi with the robins on to what you talkin bout
48 on the Cuban link I done came up
Fuck a hater, I done came thru, ain't a stain on me

Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Cause I’m a walking check, I’m a talking check, ima run a check up

24 karate’s gold fangs talking cash shit
Pull up in a Maserati hop out with a bad bitch
She a trap bitch to, whip it like magic
Hand inside my true religion jeans for the sack bitch

[Verse 2:]
Watch the flavor drip when a nigga flick his wrist
Gang you know we in this bitch, Got to stay up in the mix
Looking at a walking check bitch, Grammy on my neck bitch
Take one to the chest bitch, I don’t ever stress shit
I just start the car up I ain't got to step up in it
Getting money ain't a problem I’m a youngin out here gettin it
These niggas say they fuck with young Kade nigga faking
Cause I done hurd around the city nigga out there hating
Oh damn, shawty slow down, I ain't trynna cuff I don’t fuck with romance
Trynna cut a check not cut a bitch off, but best believe I do it if she pop off
Im that nigga that

[Chorus x3:]
Pull up in a foreign take your bitch then I peeled of
Fendi with the robins on to what you talkin bout
48 on the Cuban link I done came up
Fuck a hater, I done came thru, ain't a stain on me

Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Hating on a nigga yeah you niggas hate a check
Cause im a walking check, im a talking check, ima run a check up

24 karate’s gold fangs talking cash shit
Pull up in a Maserati hop out with a bad bitch
She a trap bitch to, whip it like magic
Hand inside my true religion jeans for the sack bitch