Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run The Check Up, artist - Talk2Me
Date of issue: 31.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Run The Check Up |
Fresh up out the shower, smelling like some money |
Spent another hour thinking bout some money |
These nigga' want the fame, bitch I want some money |
See ain’t nothing changed, I just want some money |
This for them hatin' niggas and them hatin' hoes I can’t forget |
I been on the Avion all night, you know I’m lit |
She say Young your neck sick look like it need a check up |
I say bitch one thing about I try to run the check up |
My neck’s game killin', wrist game killin' |
Hop up out this motherfucker smelling like some millions |
Right hand cross your heart, other hand to the ceiling |
Say bitch I was born broke just know I’m dying with these millions |
Wrist game proper, keep that chopper |
And take surgery with them squares I play doctor |
Go to sleep thinking check, wake up thinking check |
Young will not rest till all my niggas get a check |
Bitch you know I’m bout it and you know I got it |
Like my cars, my bitches and my bitches they exotic |
No need for a money counter, we just thumb through it |
The 10's and the 5's we just let them ones do it |
I say I want that paper, need that paper |
Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper |
Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas |
When you run it up old bitches catch vapours |
I just wanna check, I just need a check |
See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check |
Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck |
That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m up checks |
I said excuse you superstar in your grey Benz |
Tell us how you done it with your right hand |
When you chillin' in the strip club, them bands will make her dance |
When you standing at the store nigga, don’t give a damn |
Stretching like yoga, using that soda |
Came back 12.50, that’s at least an extra quota |
Going hard in the paint, Arm & Hammer on my shoulder |
Heard you had six hundred horses in your motor |
I know that might sound crazy, sound like a stampede |
Thought I a Ferrari |
Right now I’m thinking check, yesterday I was thinking check |
On my way to get a check, still thinkin' 'bout a check |
I said I want that paper, need that paper |
Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper |
Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas |
When you run it up bitches catch vapours |
I just wanna check, I just need a check |
See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check |
Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck |
That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m up checks |
I say I’m tryna run up checks, I’m tryna run up checks |
Thirty-two-K gold chain round my neck |
Their a little heavy, you might need a massage |
If I bought another car I’mma need a new garage |
Young you gotta face it, you runnin' outta spaces |
You might just have to move Versace suitcases |
On the phone with my realtor, bitch about to faint |
When she asked me what I’m looking for I told her «bitch a bank» |
It’s that celler, count it like a teller |
Have that white folk runnin' on slippers: Cinderella |
I just gotta check, talkin' 'bout a check |
So don’t ask me the amount, I lost count, I gotta check |
I said I want that paper, need that paper |
Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper |
Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas |
When you run it up bitches catch vapours |
I just wanna check, I just need a check |
See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check |
Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck |
That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m tryna run up checks |