Extra Old Bitto (feat. Theo Tywan & Eli the Assassin)

Riddle me this riddle me that Betta mention my name when you talking bout rap Lotta niggas is wack but y'all ridin they sack Don't be talking bout shit Niggas ain't worth a lick Bitch my flow is a brick Of Colombian bliss Flick of wrist I be Pablo and shit Flick of wrist I be Pablo and shit Got my got my got my got my phone lit Want it I got it You shopping for product I need them deposits I'm flipping that profit And counting them dollars And this how I got it Stop watching my pockets And get you some money Laid on a yacht And I'm eating hibachi My bitch got a body And look like a goddess Something like Roxy with Cherokee bottom Go get it for Daddy she do it no problem Aye what the muhfuckin bidness is cut the muhfuckin check Aye Aye cut the muhfuckin check Aye cut the muhfuckin check Get it Got it Flip it Stack it Gone Ya, Ya Cut the muhfuckin check (check) Cut the muhfuckin cheese (cheese) New years superstitions with the mils Cut the muhfuckin greens Niggas ain't soaking up game, too busy tryna rebuttle I'm tryna get paid in America, y'all rather complain about the struggle Hold the mic like my wand, wizard in the game you other rappers muggles (Harry Potter) These new rappers straight pawns, take em out the game kick em out the huddle I need the check in my royalties and yo royalties is money prop And to you blue lives matter niggas its Training Day bitch I'm skimming off the top I'm living off the block , my niggas gonna pop, I'm never gonna flop, Lebron shit My bitch gotta be a rider, patnas finger foods, patnas all sliders, pull up hog tie ya Cut the check but we ain't selling stamps Don't get tired all of my niggas vamps Say you lit, what's a lit to a lightning bolt I'm god sent but could be Son of Sam I'll be damn if I be one of them I'm cognizant These new niggas ain't getting checks they fraudulent Me Coop and Good on the track it's obvious We piss on every line we birth that's positive We bringing life to the game See we don't need clout or the fame Just cut us the check and check the stats We bringing more drip than Eddie Cane Tell em they can cut my check or We gone have to cut the convo Ain't no need for speaking If them folks is tweaking Want the green all around like Rondo (before the trade) But I ain't never switching up Gotta dream and a plan I ain't giving up Make em watch I'm amaze when I step on the stage, but they keep telling me I ain't did enough Let's be real. Who you know spit like Who you know drip like this She can have a hot 16 and a style that's mean But I promise she ain't built like this She be in these streets tryna run through the city I be in my bog tryna run up a milli I ain't never asked for no one to run with Just don't grab the button when you see that I'm winning Here for the coins You can keep the fame and the clout When it comes to the real in the city it's a drought Ain't no friends in the game, what you talking about I just came to collect and I'm out I be on my grizzy, grizzy, grizzy, grizzy- grind Clocked in 9-5 5-9 You say I ain't working, then you lying (Coop) tellers cut the check, give me mine