| 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 |