Checking For You - Fly Union

Yeah

It’s the Greater Than Club

Uh

Winter, Summer, Spring, Fall

Pull up to the Four Seasons gripping my balls

Hangin' out the Wrangler like motherfuck a law

Nigga I ain’t fuck with y’all before I went on tour

Shit I’m back

And I don’t fuck with y’all

You see who I’m wit' no I ain’t gotta name drop

Bus 'em in, I fly 'em in that’s game for all of y’all

No nigga can guard me only Skylar Diggins one on one

R&B singers one and done

Like one hit then you never hear from

Niggas in they feelings throwing shade at the sun

But that ain’t nothing new

All you gone do

Is make a nigga like me not fuck with a nigga like you

Fly dot U, where dreams come true

And I ain’t never ask a nigga where the hoes at

My house key the only thing I gave and took back

It’s hoes here, how much do I not give a fuck if you rap

If you strapped better pull it

If you pull it better shoot it

My lil cous' almost dodged that bullet

Wish he did but I gotta keep it moving

The Greater Than Club is the movement

Uh-oh-ohh

Ain’t nobody checkin' for you (Ain't nobody checkin' for you)

Ain’t nobody checkin' for you

God damn I brought the sand to the kitchen

Marble floors slip and slide with the dishes

All my niggas got a on they wrists

Leave yo ass at the dock when we fishin'

Hundred bottles of that Dom P

Coulda' paid tuition

If you wanna clock checks, pay attention

Members only, going loco at the Soho

Put your phone away, a photo is a no-no

Spanish mami brown, I call her Cocoa

And everything we do is on the low-low

Nine-eleven got the valet grinnin'

Got a thing for all these half-bred women

Watch a nigga fly the coupe, no chicken

APB a nigga’s roof, went missin'

Where yo drawls go?

Poof, magician

There the law go «Woo», I’m missin'

Yeah

Swear to God, life so real

Nine-one-one, whip appeal

Tell me something I do not know

You can’t see me but you see these bottles

My niggas here, my niggas here

Catch a contact over here

Whole lotta luxury it ain’t fair

When you with us everything on the house

On the couch like a motherfucka

They 'bout to hate motherfucka

Cause you can’t do it like me, can’t do it like me

I rep, my town

Northside, in route

For now, I go

I, I slay

Anything that come my way, anything that come my way

I go, I slay

Anything that come my way