Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow a Check, artist - Puff Daddy. Album song MMM, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBlow a Check |
| (We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run |
| Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit |
| God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth |
| And it’s not that I’m not humble |
| Ayo, it’s that this is my gift of life |
| Getting this money, getting this money |
| Get that money |
| Get that money, go young nigga, go |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| Tryna pull up in a foreign |
| And make them niggas upset |
| Run through the money, run |
| I be making love to the money |
| Only thing that I come for is money |
| Imma put the gun to the money |
| Go dumb like how I thumb through the money |
| You ain’t got enough funds for me |
| This designer pussy nigga |
| Nigga run through his money |
| Dressed in all Coco but my purse Versace |
| Diamonds on my finger |
| Touching keys like I’m Liberace |
| Canons on me but this ain’t a camera on me |
| I ain’t with the bullshit |
| All my niggas shooting like they Gotti Gotti |
| Cruiser Deserts in Bugattis out in |
| Head shots all neck, I be playing Hockey |
| White house, white coupe, but I ain’t a fucking Nazi |
| I got the, he gone say throw me |
| 12 o’clock gun block on the |
| We with the shits outside like a Porta Potty |
| We ride in the coupe the roof vacant on Collins |
| I’m living proof that you do what you want when you pooping |
| But you all in my comments, while I’m changing the climate |
| Ain’t no change in this wallet, Ain’t no flaws in these diamonds |
| I just ran through the money, Kim.com |
| Blow a check on em, flex on em, hustle hard |
| I’m just tryna run through it |
| Heard them niggas makin threats, tell 'em come do it |
| All my niggas with the shits, even in the fist fight |
| Bet them niggas still goin to bring a gun to it |
| Yeah, I’m just tryna pull up in a 'vette |
| Hit the block, make 'em upset |
| I ain’t done yet |
| Girl, I’m on a cash route |
| Mo’fuck love, young nigga tryna cash out |
| I’m on a money mission, bitch |
| You looking for attention tryna make a nigga kick it |
| So I can blow your back out |
| I ain’t with the bullshit, I’m tryng to make some money |
| My niggas got kids and all of them babies hungry |
| Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you |
| Just in case one of you pussy niggas wanna act funny |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| Tryna pull up in a foreign |
| And make them niggas upset |
| Run through the money, run |
| Yo, that nigga Puff he back on shit, now here we go |
| If I make forty million, bitch, my year was slow |
| Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper |
| Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture |
| I grab the baddest bitches out the group |
| Let 'em ride, drop the roof |
| Pop that pussy out the coupe |
| Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot |
| I never sleep, that’s why i got way more than you got |
| Vegas Strip, it’s a bet, take this shit on a jet |
| Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set |
| Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring |
| I’m the king, king of talking shit |
| Maybe piss through a check |
| Got that cash bag when you see him |
| Money Mitch, hashtag, three M’s |
| Nigga, money makin' Mitch |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m just tryna |
| Run through the money, run |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| Tryna pull up in a foreign |
| And make them niggas upset |
| Run through the money, run |
| Run through the money, run |
| Run through the money, run |
| Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch |
| Runnin' through the paper like I’m Allen I |
| I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes |
| That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles |
| Black rose generals when I hit the court |
| My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four |
| At the last supper tryna eat a fiest |
| My last two bitches 100 mill a piece |
| Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down |
| I dab all them bitches; |
| D. Brown |
| You know that paper longer than chain smokin' |
| I’m running through the paper like Usain Bolt |
| I’m running through the paper way before the deal |
| Way before puff gave me all the mills |
| I’m just tryna |
| Tun through the money, run |
| I’m just tryna |
| Tun through the money, run |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| I’m tryna blow a check |
| Tryna pull up in a foreign |
| And make them niggas upset |
| Run through the money, run |
| Run through the money, run |
| Run through the money, run |
Artist lyrics: Puff Daddy
Artist lyrics: The Family
Artist lyrics: Zoey Dollaz
Artist lyrics: French Montana