[Intro Nic West]
Something about a young don with a check
See me out looking like a walking lick
Got'em choosing dawg I swear I’m turning heads
And she don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
Something about a young don with a check
Looking like a brick, that’s a walking lick, pull up with a stick
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
[Verse 1 Nic West)
Dressed in all white, cocaína keep a nina on me
Gotta watch yo closest homies
They da one’s that hated on me
That’s why yo ole lady want me
Going federal like what's a misdemeanor
I need them money bags
Lately been in my bag
I know my worth but I’m bout to start adding tax (Check)
Broke boys flexin’ dey ain't really got it
Sneak diss’n knowing they ain’t really bout it
Circle small I can’t mess with everybody
Call me fam, but you ain’t no kin to me
Females from back in da day be like do you remember me
In love with the sauce want my recipe, want my recipe
I been tryna get it how I live
I’m my own boss, I dun paid the price
Can’t forget about dem long nights
Took a lot of L’s tryna get it right
Everything I said I’ma do I did it
Amber alert kuz I tried to warn you but you chose not to listen
Didn’t believe till I did it
[Chorus Nic West)
Something about a young don with a check
See me out looking like a walking lick
Got'em choosing dawg I swear I’m turning heads
And she don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
Something about a young don with a check
Looking like a brick, that’s a walking lick, pull up with a stick
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
Something about a young don with a check (Sumn' bout'em)
See me out looking like a walking lick (I'm shinning')
Got'em choosing dawg I swear I’m turning heads (Day lookin')
And she don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact (Ya digg it)
Something about a young don with a check (Facts)
Looking like a brick, that’s a walking lick, pull up with a stick
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
[Verse 2 Nic West]
Fresh to death I’ma dead man walkin’ (RIP)
He snitchin’ that’s a dead man talkn’ (DOA)
She missin’ put her on a milk carton (MIA)
But I’ll send her back to you in the morning
Every song I do I swear that it’s dope
Call me Frank Lucas, I’m moving blue magic (That pack)
Once you hear this you get sprung
I’m supplyin’ all the crack addicts
Promoters wouldn’t even book me for a show, had to get out here and get it on my own
School of hard knocks, yeah I graduated
Never did the most, I’m not clout chasing
Feeling like I’m on, but i haven’t made it
I don’t gotta cape on, I can’t save ya
Wanna court lemme see ya affidavit, wanna court lemme see ya affidavit
Females tellin’ me they wanna have my baby
I’m still without a deal, I’m still chasing a mill, tryna move my mama to the hills
So I been on the move, gotta point to prove
Team no sleep, don’t got time to snooze
I thank God I don’t look like what I’ve been through
[Chorus Nic West]
Something about a young don with a check
See me out looking like a walking lick
Got'em choosing dawg I swear I’m turning heads
And she don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
Something about a young don with a check
Looking like a brick, that’s a walking lick, pull up with a stick
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
Something about a young don with a check (Sumn' bout'em)
See me out looking like a walking lick (I'm shinning')
Got'em choosing dawg I swear I’m turning heads (Day lookin')
And she don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact (Ya digg it)
Something about a young don with a check (Facts)
Looking like a brick, that’s a walking lick, pull up with a stick
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
She don’t mess with broke boys that’s a fact
