[Lyric] Cash The Cheque (Geoffrey Johny)

I’ve been cashing cheque to cheque to cheque
All I've been doing is running bands on band
Half of ya’ll can’t understand a thing
What i been through
I surely can’t pretend
All I seek is to be the best
No counter fit
No I can’t
I be as real as it gets
T-Tatted scripture on my Chest
(holla holla)
Still kiss my loved ones
On the forehead
(muah muah)
If you Go against ‘em
Houston we gon' have a problem
(rah rah)
It’s gon be a sequel mothef-cka
X 1000
No woosah moment
My nigga we On
Gon' keep it 100 man
Ya’ll scurr niggas
Do the running man
Got no time for that fronting man
All I do is just stunting man
Stack it stack it to the ceiling aye
Focusеd on that bigger picture say
When I flеx I be ripping it
Flow so hot
Cause I been cooking aye
Cooking cooking in the kitchen
All my niggas they be whipping
All these bitches got me pimpin'
I’m way too fly to be tripping' aye
I’m way too loose to be restricted
No wonder why my blessings go so far
Cause I got no limits aye
I bet ya’ll can feel it
The best moments in my life
Imma showreel 'em real quick
The best bitches on this earth
Imma go give 'em that stick
I-Imma get what I deserve
So imma go get that Bill Gate
Gon’ Have a huge impact on this
Earth so
Ya’ll can’t live without me
Say ya’ll can’t live without me
Ya’ll can't live without Geoffrey Johny
Its like Life without being sunny
Like Looney toonz without
Bugz bunny
But this ain't some funny money
The way I be flippin' flippin' hunnids
You gon' cash a cheque
You gon' cash a cheque
Errbody gon be getting money haaa
[Chorus]
Errbody gon' be getting money
Errbody gon' be getting money
Errbody gon' be getting money
Errbody gon' be getting money
You gon' cash a cheque
You gon' cash a cheque
Errbody gon' be getting money
Ain't no funny bus shit
Errbody gon' be getting money
Ain't no funny game shit
Errbody gon' be getting money
Ain't no funny game shit
Errbody gon' be getting money
Errbody gon' be getting money

[Verse]
Ima cash that cheque to cheque to cheque
I’ma flow my nigga
Never cut back
If she wanna get popping
Imma own that
Flow so cold
Can Never
F-ckin run out
Don't nick my
Cannon or imma really f-ckin wild out
Fuck Fuck yo bitch on a night out
Put her in a handcuff no time out
Say she bout that Hakuna matata
~
Cheque to cheque to cheque to cheque
All my bitches come in pairs
Ya’ll can fuckin stop and stare
Oh she really be talking too much
How my D feels in between them lips?
Now she finna get attached
Say she wanna get a test
And she ain't bout no plan B?
Hold up hold up
Aye cut the cheque man
Shieet
[Chorus]

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