Check Up

See, I don't get it
It used to be, stack the money, get the money now it's like blow the money, fuck the Money
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just chasing after money in these streets I'm just trying to get a check up
You chasing clout, doing dumb shit You just trying to get your rep up
You just do it for the gram I see you little niggas trying to get your flex up
I used to do it with the tan trapping everyday, trying to get my fresh up
But you gone blow it in a day don't got nothing put away

But that forecast change it might be rain on the way
Yeah, them clouds come out And them cars get repo
Once your chain get snatched whole career get debold
Nah, I ain't really with the fakery chasing after bread, got so much

I could probably start a bakery
Nah, ain't nothing you can say to me
Unless bullets bounce off of your body better stop with the bravery
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to get a check up
I'm just trying to get my check up
I'm just trying to get my check up

I'm just chasing after money in the streets I'm just trying to stack the bag up
I remember I couldn't make no money unless I hit the streets and bagged up
I remember running down on shit I wasn't even masked up
Everyday I was out trying to get it I was trying to get my cash up

But I ain't do it for the thrills mama couldn't pay the bills
And I was still on the bus I was trying to get some wheels
And once I got that whip And that cash started coming in
They put O next to the one I guess I'm the number ten

Nah, I ain't really with the fuck shit MC with the hammer
I dare a nigga try to touch this
Nah, I ain't really with the foolery
No construction involved But I always keep a tool on me



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Writer(s): Ronald Outlaw
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