Lyrics '97 - K Camp, Rich The Kid, 1WAYFRANK

'97

CC dat way k way
Aye, aye
Bobby Kritical
Aye
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
Aye money count, aye
Walking like it, aye
Talking like it, aye
Looking like a lick, aye
Counting up them hunnids, aye
Boy you know I love them strips, wooh
No I’m having, aye
30 clips, aye
In case you want to trip, aye
They had to dip, yea
Nah, for real, yea
I just want a mil', yea, aye
How I feel
Forgiato wheels, skrrt skrrt
Aye aye aye
Run it up, run it up, aye ha!
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
Run up trap guard
Run my cheque up (huh)
Got that bent truck, skrrt
We got extras, extras
I’m gone flex up
Take it right back to texano (texano)
I was broke but now I got hundo (rich)
Checked my bank account got too many o’s (o's)
I’m balling on hoes
I’m flexing I don’t need a stamp (a stamp)
Got too many rings like a champ, a champ
Walk around with the mac of course, mac of course
Driving one like Macklemore
I’m done box up on these niggas, these niggas
Try top the flex up and I’m winning
All this is shit just the beginning, aye
Diamond biting and you know that I’m winning, woah
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up
I got a cheque
I rep the set
I got a uzi
I got a tek, no more
I got respect
Nigga I’m blessed
I’m a young nigga at the dep, no way
My lip pet fist step
I stay rolling up them M’s, M’s
I’m a city boy
I’m from Sun Land
Young nigga stacking them band’s aye
Young nigga busting them gram’s aye
Young nigga pulling them scam’s
Young nigga pulling in foreign’s
Yea I Run that cheque up crazy
Aye, I got that money baby, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run my cheque up
Run my cheque up, aye
Run my cheque up, run it up
Run my cheque up, ah!
Run my cheque up, yea
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my cheque up, run it up, prrrr
Run that cheque up, ah!
Run that cheque up, yea
Run that cheque up, run it up
Run that cheque up, aye
Run that cheque up