Check Please Lyrics – That Mexican OT

Read the full Check Please lyrics by That Mexican OT and Sauce Walka along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy That Mexican Ot’s music, you can also explore Baby Mad At Me and Accessories, two other songs by That Mexican Ot.

[Chorus: That Mexican OT]
Yeah, buddy, balling like a big shot
Escalade tuned up, NASCAR, pit stop
Diamonds in my mouth, I don’t even need a wristw*tch
Saying that you got it, you can fu*k around and get got
I’ma stretch the lean out like a ballerina
I be looking for money like, “Have you seen her?”
Got a mouth full of water like Catalina
I be sipping that drank like I’m Justin Bieber
Bad bitty with the small titties wanna s*x me
Eat it like a king, told the b!tch, “Check please”
I can grab that Escalade-V or the ‘Vette keys

Deep, deep in that water, I need a jet-ski
Vroom, I ride my wave on ’em, huh
I’m making plays on ’em
Put my foot on they neck and it stay on ’em
He want problems, I’m putting the Bay on him

[Verse 1: That Mexican OT & Lil Jairmy]
It’s automatic when it come to static
I’ma get it cracking in this b!tch, so what’s up, lil’ ho? (So what’s up, lil’ ho?)
You say that you want it, make sure you for sure (Make sure you for sure)
My shooters, they on it, they ready to go (They ready to go)
Go, go, Gadget, walk up with the ratchet
I’ma let him have it, that’s it, ran out of luck, lil’ ho (Luck, lil’ ho)
Don’t need no practice, I’m upping the score (I’m upping the score)
I jump off the top rope, think the mattress done broke (Think the mattress done broke)
Boy, my cup muddy, clutching on a big Glock
Reaching for my neck, that’s the quickest way to get shot
Beat him up, left him all scratched just like hip-hop
Slapped him with my pockets, left him with a big knot
Where the drank man? Gotta go and make a pit stop (Go and make a pit stop)
Quarter-million dollars, went and spent it on a wristw*tch (Spent it on a wristw*tch)
Got her ass open like a book I’m finna write in
I ain’t talking football, but she got a tight end
Ooh, that’s disgusting
Like a fat ass in some small pants, T busting

I’ma hit it hard, make the b!tch keep cussing (Cussing)
I ain’t got time to do s*it, I’m hustling (I’m hustling)
He don’t wanna really bump heads, he bluffing (He bluffing)
Pu*sy-ass n!gga can’t beat me in nothing (Can’t beat me in nothing)
Kill your ass and go to sleep, it won’t be on my conscience (Conscience)
Shoot way OT to a whole ‘nother country, n!gga, yeah (To a whole ‘nother country)

[Chorus: That Mexican OT & Sauce Walka]
Yeah, buddy, balling like a big shot
Escalade tuned up, NASCAR, pit stop
Diamonds in my mouth, I don’t even need a wristw*tch
Saying that you got it, you can fu*k around and get got
I’ma stretch the lean out like a ballerina
I be looking for money like, “Have you seen her?”
Got a mouth full of water like Catalina
I be sipping that drank like I’m Justin Bieber
Bad bitty with the small titties wanna s*x me
Eat it like a king, told the b!tch, “Check please”
I can grab that Escalade-V or the ‘Vette keys
Deep, deep in that water, I need a jet-ski
Vroom, I ride my wave on ’em, huh (Oohwee)
I’m making plays on ’em
Put my foot on they neck and it stay on ’em (Hmm, oohwee)
He want problems, I’m putting the Bay on him (Oohwee, oohwee)

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka & Mg Lil Bubba]
Codeine is floating up outta my— mm, mhm
Floating up out of my pen!s
She wanna suck me inside the arena
Louis V denim came straight from the cleaners
Double D’s on the cutter, she sing like Selena
I walked to the plug and then drove back the ninas
Running from the laws got me barking the engine
Can’t catch me, I’m dogging the Demon
Drip with the gangsters that’s plotting and scheming
Just bought a pint, got me honestly fiending
Really woke up in a mansion, cartoons on the ceiling
Worth millions, bro, thought I was dreaming
Raised with the OGs, Big Pokey, we leaning (We leaning)
Dope in my cup cost an LV beanie (Uh-huh)
B!tch grant whatever I wish, she genie
She tryna hot my dog, eat weenie
Better have my money on time
Yeah, shawty, she a ten, but the looks ain’t getting her a dime
Put the chopper on his head, face, recline (Rrah)
Streaming this s*it, Kai Cenat
Fat-booty b!tch, Alexis Skye
Stand on the business, adjust the tie
Stick with a dot, lowercase I
Kidnap a pint, see state-fair Pai
Why? You don’t mess with Texas
Our guns legal, get shot for this necklace
Cow and Booga, kick his ass on Drexel
Let her bring pounds to the barn, she special (Howdy, boy)
Traded my big dump truck for a Tesla
Three barflys in my house, trifecta
Finna powerb0mb the white girl, Brock Lesnar
Barbecue lobster with the cayenne pepper
Oohwee (Hoo)

[Outro: Sauce Walka]
Welcome to Texas