Check Up
(Zaytoven)
Pat yourself on the back
If you get money like that, pat yourself on the back
Bitches your ass fat, pat yourself on the back
Your money print fat fat, pat yourself on the back
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I wake up every morning, these are my shoes, nigga
I had that block on me, I sent them goons, nigga
I took them losses, them big ones you cry about
Them niggas ain't rapper came, I laid that white chop
It was me with that gangsta music, so sick and so gangsta weed
Lot of rappers took my style, ain't even thank a nigga
I started catching these diamonds, I started this flashing this money
When they wanted that act way back
How the fuck do you think they helped they stomach?
I laid down a law (I laid down a law), never trust a friend (I said that)
From seeing what you saw (see me being dada), you went saw your kid (yeah)
I went did what I did, I did five on a bitch
Bitch, I'm a millionaire, bitch, I'm a millionaire
Stop out that hate, bitch, I'm a millionaire
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
Started with them rubber bands, turned into a shoebox
Shoebox got the overflow, had to get a news box
Took that shit to granny house, cut a hole in the mattress
Niggas they lurking and searching for mine
These niggas are flying, this gray in the house
Made me like 450, not selling this bullshit system
I set it off, now niggas wanna set it off
But bitch i'm a millionaire, got on my shit got on my shit
Pockets fat ride the stick, I'm making that change
And now I'm the man, I can't be playing I need to dig 30
Came home jumping hurdles, winning jacket, join the curse
Honey grand up in person, voodoo lady trying to curse
Seven different hustles coming in, run it up, run it up (run it up, bitch)
Boosie state that's 20 m's and bitch I come from nothing
Yeah
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up (yeah), I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
Pat yourself on the back
If you get money like that, pat yourself on the back
Bitches your ass fat, pat yourself on the back
Your money print fat fat, pat yourself on the back
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I wake up every morning, these are my shoes, nigga
I had that block on me, I sent them goons, nigga
I took them losses, them big ones you cry about
Them niggas ain't rapper came, I laid that white chop
It was me with that gangsta music, so sick and so gangsta weed
Lot of rappers took my style, ain't even thank a nigga
I started catching these diamonds, I started this flashing this money
When they wanted that act way back
How the fuck do you think they helped they stomach?
I laid down a law (I laid down a law), never trust a friend (I said that)
From seeing what you saw (see me being dada), you went saw your kid (yeah)
I went did what I did, I did five on a bitch
Bitch, I'm a millionaire, bitch, I'm a millionaire
Stop out that hate, bitch, I'm a millionaire
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
Started with them rubber bands, turned into a shoebox
Shoebox got the overflow, had to get a news box
Took that shit to granny house, cut a hole in the mattress
Niggas they lurking and searching for mine
These niggas are flying, this gray in the house
Made me like 450, not selling this bullshit system
I set it off, now niggas wanna set it off
But bitch i'm a millionaire, got on my shit got on my shit
Pockets fat ride the stick, I'm making that change
And now I'm the man, I can't be playing I need to dig 30
Came home jumping hurdles, winning jacket, join the curse
Honey grand up in person, voodoo lady trying to curse
Seven different hustles coming in, run it up, run it up (run it up, bitch)
Boosie state that's 20 m's and bitch I come from nothing
Yeah
I ran my check up, I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
I ran my check up (yeah), I ran my check up
I ran my check up, I-I ran my check up
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Torrence Hatch
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