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Logic - Check Please (feat. C Dot Castro & T Man the Wizard) [Official Audio]
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Logic
Logic
보컬
C Dot Castro
C Dot Castro
보컬
T Man The Wizard
T Man The Wizard
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
작곡가
Christopher Castro
Christopher Castro
작곡가
Tremayne Hudson
Tremayne Hudson
작곡가
Arjun Ivatury
Arjun Ivatury
작곡가
Christopher T. Justice
Christopher T. Justice
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
6ix
6ix
프로듀서
Gravez
Gravez
프로듀서
Kyle Metcalfe
Kyle Metcalfe
레코딩 엔지니어
Bobby Campbell
Bobby Campbell
믹싱 엔지니어
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
레코딩 엔지니어

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Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (that paper) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (cash) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (crypto) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (ay, check please) Ice on my neck, make my neck freeze You know I run the wave, no jet ski's New bitch on me so sexy Got me kind of glad that my ex-wife left me Know I ball hard, you can catch me at the Espy's Sliding on my goals like I'm motherfucking Gretzky Ay, you know it's on and popping like Pepsi Ay, you know it's on and popping like, popping like Uh, gra-ta-ta-ta, bitch, I don't give a fuck Yeah, I'm sliding on this bitch, I never get stuck Yeah, I got it on tuck, going dumb like that Nuck If You Buck I pull up in a Maybach, then pull up the truck Huh, you ain't shit, you a cuck I stay with ice; I might need me a puck Bitch, I got racks like my bank account Nordstrom We talkin' houses, with them, I got four of 'em, more of 'em coming They talkin' that shit leave 'em done And I'm stuntin', I'm running this shit like a marathon Used to hit the soup kitchen on Tuesdays Now I be shopping at Erewhon Yeah, I shine like a flare gun Feeling fresh like I just got my hair done, like I just got my hair did Boy, don't sleep on my heritage (what's that?) Black man, black man, running from the police Know we gotta make it out, never had a doubt But the route wasn't clear, needed somebody to show me Who I am, what I be, life is in front of me I don't know how I do this shit every day, it come to me Really if it come to that, chain around my neck, that's a hundred racks Acting like you got it bitch you really need to run it back (oh, yeah) Ay, how the fuck you finna buy a Rolex, but you ain't paid your taxes? No less, man you got me so stressed Young motherfuckers, want 'em all to win Guess they know a lot more Why you think the boy tryna reach 'em right now, fo? Know you wanna flex, maybe paying all your debts might help you in the long run Locked up for evasion, that's a long one (No, I can't take this shit no more, let's go, let's, let's-) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (that paper) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (cash) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (crypto) Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (check please)
Writer(s): Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Christopher Justice, Tremayne Hudson, Christopher Castro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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