Lil Durk – Check Lyrics

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"Check." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 03:10 pm

Album: Lil Durk 2X (Deluxe)

Track No: 01

Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my **** to rest, and you know who's next
Ten toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right **** money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See, you can't finesse a finesse
See, I don't be with nothin' extra
No, you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check
Roll up in the Audi, no lottery, but we scratchin' shit
Sip Tech for the drop, but usually we sippin' Actavis
Dope boy music, them **** gon' wanna trap to this
Macaroni my bag of homies, so ain't no lackin' shit
Thirty for the Rolex, cool, twenty for the cross, too
Been there when nobody was there, it was dark too
Keep me protected from the streets, I got a cross, too
And if you cross me, then I'll cross you
Ran off on the plug twice, and I know they searchin'
If I gotta say that shit twice, then you know I'll merk you
His and hers Rollie get to shinin', lookin' like the ocean
Get on top of me, baby, and get to surfin' like surfboard
Sippin' on this lean got me paranoid
Gotta get this green, so help me, Lord
So why you with that hater shit?
Can't fuck with a basic bitch
I'ma tell 'em their lies
Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my **** to rest, and you know who's next
Ten toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right **** money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See, you can't finesse a finesse
See, I don't be with nothin' extra
No, you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check
Money is the motto, these bitches don't wanna swallow it
Bitches want the fame, all they want me to do is follow them
She just gon' bring me drank 'cause she a pharmacist
Play my new single at the station 'cause I ain't callin' in
**** in this city wanna kill me, I ain't part of them
My **** got fifty-shot clips, they like barbers there
She can ride my Rarri there 'cause she look like a Barbie bitch
If I catch her stealin', we all in her hair like bobby pins
I'ma get this money till I D-I-E
Bring bottles to my sessions, to my VIP
I like my bitch's vest, let me see ID
Gettin' all this money like, Lord, why me?
Gang in this bitch
Hundred dollar bills changed in this bitch
Got the Rollies and the chains in this bitch
We gon' shoot us somethin' strange in this bitch
'Cause I count me up a check
Every day I spend my last and I count up a check
Then I gotta go and get it
I lay my **** to rest, and you know who's next
Ten toes, ain't no sittin'
How is you tryna finesse?
Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
Gave the right **** money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check
I'ma count me a check, check, check
See, you can't finesse a finesse
See, I don't be with nothin' extra
No, you can't finesse a finesser
Count me a check
I'm just countin' me a check

Writer(s): Durk Banks & Wesley Glass.

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