Check the record, misread

Naw for real, Dexter, woah
Check the record, don't misread
Just see, I got the key to succeed
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me
So, check the record, don't misread
Next time, proofread
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me
And check the record, bitch, please
They ain't got nothing on me
And I got nothin' but the diamonds on me
And why the fuck they keep hatin' on me
But who cares, not me (Not me)
Run up, got that .30 on me (What)
And I ain't with all the fuckin' talkin' homie
You mad cause I fucked your girlfriend homie
Goyard, OG's, I don't want no Gucci, Louis
I went from nothin' to somethin' that's why they mad homie
Inglewood to Cali, yeah, Hollywood homie
4 grams in the backwood, I'm stuck
Rose, please pour me a coup
So check the record, don't misread
Got the money, yeah blue cheese, Dexter
Check the record, don't misread
Just see, I got the key to succeed
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me
So, check the record, don't misread
Next time, proofread
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me (Okay)
Someone, who do you better, bitch, please
I'ma pour this bottle 'til it's empty
Check the record, I'm the one who succeed
Pick you up and you was looking sexy
What I'm rollin', big trees
All my diamonds are shinin' like Christmas Eve
Gotta go, hit it before I leave
You ain't rushin' but coming at record speed
Good hair, no weave
You do your thing, girl you doin' your thing
Can't say I'm not in love, cause I swear it's luck that you bring
You make a real nigga sing, like
Roll with me and I'll keep it gangsta
You my type and I wanna thank ya'
Take my time and I'll get to know ya'
Don't believe me, I'm tryna show ya'
Check the record, don't misread
Just see, I got the key to succeed (Yuh)
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me (Uh)
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me (Yessir)
Check the record, don't misread
Next time, proofread
And I'm just tryna get all of the haters off me
And I'm just tryna take a little pressure off me
Naw for real, you know what I'm sayin', like
I'm like sis, I don't really like the haters
You know what I'm sayin', like
I don't pay attention to them
We gon' keep getting money sis
Know what I'm sayin', hook me up
Check the record, don't misread
I got your bad bitch on her knees
Tryna get a little money off me
Call sis while the goofy bitch still stalking