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[Nasty C Ft. Erick Rush - Check lyrics]
[Hook]
Break your fvckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fvckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Oh yeah
I know I'm jiggy, I put it before Jigga
I got the country asking if I'm working for Jigga
My life ain't been the same since the season before
Cause I turned it into gold b1tch
And I owe it to no n1gga
My business stay undercover like watching the cold head
And my b1tches stay undercovers and play with the scrotum
My bottom row is made of gold and your hoe is the gold-digger
My first song is Get Going, now I'm a go-getter
Oh which one of you has-bins got some advice to give?
They just point me to wherever dumb and dumber live
If I made them hate me now
Well this summer i'd get killed
I heard so-and-so just made it out to one-hit-wonder ville
Oh which one of you kids wanna fuck with my pocket plans
New n1ggas hate me cause I turned their Pops into fans
Old n1ggas hate me cause their baby mamas got snapped
And I'm known, it is your gut to a chance
I went from a 'having loser' written on my forehead
To losing sleep and having b1tches on their four legs
To only wearing shit if it's imported
To only smiling back if you important
Connect the dots
I'm connecting flights to Paris
And now we slack, we living on the place
And then I flew my n1gga up to Spain
Google dictionary, hated just to tell girls our names
Learned how to say

[Hook]
Break your fvckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fvckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

[Verse 2: Erick Rush]
Look, I bust a rhyme
And make you break your fvckin' neck
N1ggas cuffing dimes, the only thing I cuff is a cheque
Ask the people who got it, they'll tell you straight up to them necks
You tried to play poppa, only just played yourself
Whoa, congratulations you could've been half as basic
I know I lack patience but still the masses await me
I know I try to pace it but look how fast she got naked
I mean...
I been magic since when they still had McGravy
Lord look how you made me
How can one be this wavy
Now when they debate about the best
You know they say me
They hire me on spot
I never needed any training
Then I met Nasty C, and be both started heavy-weighting
Man check out the muscles, instrumentals get tussle
Pounding on these beats till I get bruises on my knuckles
I'm that one cousin whose up to what n1ggas dunno
Doing it for my city, my YG n1ggas dunno
I was trapping hitting leaks to early mornings
Losing sleep and having b1tches on four their legs
Puff a lot but only if this spliff is potent
When I'd hit the spliff to get the hits in motion
Living in Durban, I connect the flights in Paris
My parents always ask about my plans
I'm 'bout to fly my n1gga out here just to see what change
But I swear in about a week or two we probably go insane make him break his fvckin neck

[Hook]
Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)
Break your fuckin' neck (gotta break)
When you see the cheque (see the cheque)

Cheque
When you see the cheque, cheque.
Nasty C Check lyrics Ft. Erick Rush