Over It

[Intro]
(Don'tSleep)
(Jake$and on the beat)
Runnin’ to that check

[Chorus]
Runnin' to that check
Yeah, I'm on the sprint
Ridin’ in the Rolls-Royce, but it ain't got no tint
But that bitch got Hermes interior inside of it
Yeah, that bitch she like to suck dick but she know I'm celibate
Across my chest two-tone broken heart
Every car is push-to-start
He really ain't got no bag
Fuckin' his bitch, he goin' out sad

[Verse]
Leave that boy sick
Get him a check-up quick
You assume, but I'm over it
See bullshit just like Stevie Wonder
Smokin' loud then I ignore you
You bitch, you borin’, got me snorin’
Posted on the block wit' the pole
Ten ways to count that check, do that daily
I ain’t tryna fuck, you're 80s, yeah, I'm a 90s baby
Eat my dick and you be humble
Trap jumpin' like a road rumble
Get the ball, too clutch, can’t fumble
Feel like Kobe in the fourth
I got drank, I put 4 in the 20
Please don't talk while I'm recordin'
Foreigns fast
Pay the tax
Tax slips
AR hold a hunned rounds
This .40 is my bloodhound
You come up short then you gon' drown

[Chorus]
Runnin' to that check
Yeah, I'm on the sprint
Ridin' in the Rolls-Royce, but it ain't got no tint
But that bitch got Hermes interior inside of it
Yeah, that bitch she like to suck dick but she know I'm celibate
Across my chest two-tone broken heart
Every car is push-to-start
He really ain't got no bag
Fuckin' his bitch, he goin' out sad