I Got a Check

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Hundred fifty thousand on my neck homie

Running around with the TEC on me

I drop a four in a Kool-Aid

My diamonds white like toothpaste

I had to run up a check

Look at my left wrist wet

Fuckin' yo bitch, break a sweat

I can teach you how to flex

Got to thank god, put more cars in the garage

Bitch watch out cause I'm a star

They want to see me behind bars

The lawyer cost twenty, I'm beating the charge

Aye, I put water in my rings

Got a check, my pockets lean

My model, I fuck her and leave her

Birds sing like the Beatles

Birds sing like the Beatles

Birds sing like the Beatles

Block hot like a fever

Streets on fire like a fever

Ben Frank, I really need ya'

Count up my check, hop out and flex

Put a lil' bitch on a jet, put a lil' bitch on a jet, yeah

Eighty a show, they selling they soul for snow

They selling they soul for snow

They selling they soul for snow

Drop top, yeah, big rings, yeah

You Bron, Bron, you Cavs

You don’t know the half

What we put down

Its RTK and it's The Huncho

We beat up the pot, it's no gumbo

My footwork, Rafs, my footwork, Rafs

You 12, shaft, you need a new staff

You gave your bitch a pass, she went bought some ass

She ran off with your cash, she brought your boy the bags

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

One hunna, two hunna, three hunna four hunna, million

Now that I play with the benjamins

Shawty she talkin' 'bout she feelin' me

Uh uh, no no, I'm from the nawf, bando

Draco, extendo, 64 pounds, Nintendo

I got it, I got it, I got it

Percocet, Miley and molly

Percocet, Miley and molly

Come with me baby I'm outta here

Migo gang ain't no scout in here, chump

Get your lil broke ass up outta here, punk

Look at my diamonds they chandelier, lumps

My pockets outta this atmosphere

Diamonds on me shining everywhere

Stuff a brick up in her underwear

If you buck I'ma take it there

Gold rollie bitch I'm Richard Flair

Little dog I'm a bigger bear

Have you been involved with a millionaire?

Young nigga keep the semi yeah

Flooded my wrist with Fendi yeah

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

I got a check (check)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up)

Ran it up, gotta flex

Ran it up, gotta flex