Ran Up a Check

Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he's looking real sick (I got him sick!)
You might wanna check on him
See I got my own bag
I stay in my own lane
& I keep these hoes mad (oh you mad?!)
Tell dem hoes they can charge it to the game

Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he's looking real sick
You might wanna check on him
See I got my own bag (I got my own bag!)
I stay in my own lane (I stay in my own lane!)
& I keep these hoes mad (oh you mad?!)
Tell dem hoes they can charge it to the game

I'm tryna run it up on these niggas
I got a plan to bag 8 figures
Cute lil face bad ass figure
I'll fuck around and back on these niggas
See I keep it classy
But don't try to play me cuz shit could get nasty
Ain't shit getting past me
I keep that thang on me right where dem bands be
Said he want a boss so I ran up a check
Kept talking dat boss shit so I had to flex
These niggas just hate when you can stick wit em
Break it down!
Bag it up!
Move bricks wit em!
Said He got a thang fa me
He handle this thang fa me
Pull in da range on me
He made it rain on me

Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he's looking real sick (I got him sick!)
You might wanna check on him
See I got my own bag
I stay in my own lane
& I keep these hoes mad (oh you mad?!)
Tell dem hoes they can charge it to the game

Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he's looking real sick
You might wanna check on him
See I got my own bag (I got my own bag!)
I stay in my own lane (I stay in my own lane!)
& I keep these hoes mad (oh you mad?!)
Tell dem hoes they can charge it to the game

(Nita B)
Niggas like bitches that's getting it
Niggas like bitches that's winning eh?!
My nigga said he want a boss
Only like bitches wit dividends
See da money in my future like my name Ms Cleo
Get it on my own got him singing like Ne-Yo
He tryna show me off
He don't want it on the D-Low
Got the bag that I require
So he wanna put me on
I wasn't gon do it
But I had to flex
His ex was a bum ass bitch
So I ran up a check
When I walk in da room?
I step on dey necks
Lil hoe you could learn a thing or two
While I count up these racks

Said he want a boss bitch (boss!)
So I ran up a check on him (Ching!)
Now he's looking real sick (I got him sick!)
You might wanna check on him
See I got my own bag
I stay in my own lane
& I keep these hoes mad (oh you mad?!)
Tell dem hoes they can charge it to the game

Boss!
Ching!



Credits
Writer(s): Jaytoya Bailey
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