It's like that y'all Yo, I'm checkin' for Left Eye man I don't know God, I don't know God I don't God, I don't really really know check my flow My man Al B. Sure 'He's In Effect Mode' Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue It's not like honey dip

You know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) I know you want me One-two-three-four Uno-do'-tres-cuatro Ella quiere su rumba (¿cómo?) Its Mr. 305 checkin' in for the remix

Stay forever in this moment Polaroid, I wanna hold it Time is slipping through my fingers Tryna check the universe You make me wanna hit freeze You make me want to, you make me want to hit freeze I just want to hit freeze right now, now, now Oh, I just

I just checked my DM, your bitch creepin' on me Sleepin' on me, keep on sleepin' on me Keep on sleepin' on me, sleepin' on me Keep on sleepin' on me I got the master plan and now they're schemin' on me I got the master plan and now they scheming on me

(Dance, dance, dance, dance) Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6

Money, money, power I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got a check, the way

Ring-a-ding, ding Let me know if it's a ting Fucking all your Pickering tings She said she wanna come to Toronto She wanna come to the 6 side She know that's the best side She know who to check when she come around She know who to check whenever she

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

A gypsy driftin' down the road I learned quick my eighteenth summer Diggin' ditches for the man You can't be a guitar strummer Cussin' that shovel in your hand Took my paycheck to a pawn shop Bought a silverstone guitar Wrote a song about a beer joint

I know perfect timing feels like I'm too late Check me out And I know I'm still great in spite of my mistakes You know it's authentic, every rhyme I say My only regret is I made niggas wait See, ain't too many like us, we like vintage Bape And I don't