Check (let's Ride) Lyrics - U Gotta Feel Me - Lil' Flip

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

They thought I'd be another one hit wonder 

Until I pulled up to the V M A's in one big Hummer 

You know I'm a big stunna just like Baby Fool 

Brand new Bentley Fanna baby blue 

Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make 

You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty eight to a state 

You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake 

What, where I'm from we like our music screwed up 

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Uh, the blades chop we use jewelry and stage props 

We hate cops 'cause everyday we get stopped 

For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me 

You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

Yo Will-Lean let's roll man, let's ride 

We gotta go homey, let's ride 

You know how we do it though, let's ride 

Let's ride, let's ride 

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Uh I'm too street to go pop but I pop heat in the street 

I'm not braggin', G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep 

Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head 

Rest look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet 

Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot 

Fifty weeks on the billboard dog I'm too hot 

But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin' 

Niggaz like roaches when the lights on they runnin' 

Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P 

Fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free 

I get that big bread, I'm making big chips 

You get killed at the beginnin' I get them big strips 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, next els and sprint phones 

I'm try na own ten homes yo rap money been gone 

I'm harder then y'all better yet I'm smarter then y'all 

I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball 

I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit 

Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it 

You know I drop hits every time I spit fire 

Who ever told you I ain't ballin'-a damn lier 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

I got my converse check, my pistol check 

My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck 

The respect come first then the money and the power 

We got more cake to make, let's ride 

Haha let's ride you know I make the music 

You can ride to, get high to, get fly to 

Yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggaz 

I make that shit you can ride-or-die to 

Holly at ya boy, Houston we have a problem 

Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now 

We on another level now haha