Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in a black fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Bitch, get me some cloudin' and flex it
But right now I bet you ain't heard of him Not eatin' but yet I'm here servin' him
See I'm flexin' while I'm outnourished, bruh You see in my city, they'll murder ya
And she on the pipe cause the pressure bust Stressin' her head with the uppercuts
So she pay the man when the money come And he pay the man when they lock him up
And they gettin' paid for the cycle to Continue on on like good arguments
In the end we all pay for allowing it Get your money made before it's counterfeit
Soon that form of payment is obedience Don't you dare pay late, there ain't no fees
In this They gon' turn your shit off oh so speedy quick
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
Blitz, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Yeah, I'm bout to push in the black, yeah, I'm bout to run it up
Hey Rue baby, bout to run it up
Want a buck and wanna sum it up
Want a blunt, yeah, I want a stunt Don't give a f*ck where the funds really comin' from
Unless it had them feds runnin' up Then the money, I'll be runnin' through
Try it, ban it, bitch, I'm one of two And if you see it, not a eye
Then you know it's one plus two Then you know the loveless lose
Then you know you must give truth to get up with Rue
And they's like, how do you know? Flow came out a loophole
Find new doughs that can take me to some new notes
New dough cause the cash is king Won't stop till the glass is blingin
And the cash won't stop comin' back to see me I don't know about you
Nigga, I don't know about you But I'm tryna run up a check
Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes Cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes
Cause I'm tryna run up a check Finish off that list of things to do, cause
I'm bout to run up a check List, cash bein' clenched in the black
And that's what I pray, some trees is in you And that's what we pray, but he don't hear you
And that's what we pray, but we been sinnin' And that's what we pray, but we been winnin
And that's what we pray, the lotto hittin' We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin
We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin' Cause I ain't got shit, he got a million
Come together, we can make a billion All it takes is make your neighbor feel ya
All it takes is to make love familiar
Ace Carter - Check Please (feat. Heru 2.0) Lyrics
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Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in a black fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Bitch, get me some cloudin' and flex it
But right now I bet you ain't heard of him Not eatin' but yet I'm here servin' him
See I'm flexin' while I'm outnourished, bruh You see in my city, they'll murder ya
And she on the pipe cause the pressure bust Stressin' her head with the uppercuts
So she pay the man when the money come And he pay the man when they lock him up
And they gettin' paid for the cycle to Continue on on like good arguments
In the end we all pay for allowing it Get your money made before it's counterfeit
Soon that form of payment is obedience Don't you dare pay late, there ain't no fees
In this They gon' turn your shit off oh so speedy quick
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
Blitz, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Yeah, I'm bout to push in the black, yeah, I'm bout to run it up
Hey Rue baby, bout to run it up
Want a buck and wanna sum it up
Want a blunt, yeah, I want a stunt Don't give a f*ck where the funds really comin' from
Unless it had them feds runnin' up Then the money, I'll be runnin' through
Try it, ban it, bitch, I'm one of two And if you see it, not a eye
Then you know it's one plus two Then you know the loveless lose
Then you know you must give truth to get up with Rue
And they's like, how do you know? Flow came out a loophole
Find new doughs that can take me to some new notes
New dough cause the cash is king Won't stop till the glass is blingin
And the cash won't stop comin' back to see me I don't know about you
Nigga, I don't know about you But I'm tryna run up a check
Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes Cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes
Cause I'm tryna run up a check Finish off that list of things to do, cause
I'm bout to run up a check List, cash bein' clenched in the black
And that's what I pray, some trees is in you And that's what we pray, but he don't hear you
And that's what we pray, but we been sinnin' And that's what we pray, but we been winnin
And that's what we pray, the lotto hittin' We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin
We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin' Cause I ain't got shit, he got a million
Come together, we can make a billion All it takes is make your neighbor feel ya
All it takes is to make love familiar
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in a black fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Bitch, get me some cloudin' and flex it
But right now I bet you ain't heard of him Not eatin' but yet I'm here servin' him
See I'm flexin' while I'm outnourished, bruh You see in my city, they'll murder ya
And she on the pipe cause the pressure bust Stressin' her head with the uppercuts
So she pay the man when the money come And he pay the man when they lock him up
And they gettin' paid for the cycle to Continue on on like good arguments
In the end we all pay for allowing it Get your money made before it's counterfeit
Soon that form of payment is obedience Don't you dare pay late, there ain't no fees
In this They gon' turn your shit off oh so speedy quick
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
Blitz, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you, but I'm tryna run up a check
Bank tellers wear athletic shoes, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm tryna run up a check
Yeah, I'm bout to push in the black, yeah, I'm bout to run it up
Hey Rue baby, bout to run it up
Want a buck and wanna sum it up
Want a blunt, yeah, I want a stunt Don't give a f*ck where the funds really comin' from
Unless it had them feds runnin' up Then the money, I'll be runnin' through
Try it, ban it, bitch, I'm one of two And if you see it, not a eye
Then you know it's one plus two Then you know the loveless lose
Then you know you must give truth to get up with Rue
And they's like, how do you know? Flow came out a loophole
Find new doughs that can take me to some new notes
New dough cause the cash is king Won't stop till the glass is blingin
And the cash won't stop comin' back to see me I don't know about you
Nigga, I don't know about you But I'm tryna run up a check
Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes Cause I'm tryna run up a check
Finish off that list of things to do, cause I'm bout to run up a check
List, cash bein' clenched in the black Fist, I'm bout to run up a check
Nigga, I don't know about you Bang tellers, wear athletic shoes
Cause I'm tryna run up a check Finish off that list of things to do, cause
I'm bout to run up a check List, cash bein' clenched in the black
And that's what I pray, some trees is in you And that's what we pray, but he don't hear you
And that's what we pray, but we been sinnin' And that's what we pray, but we been winnin
And that's what we pray, the lotto hittin' We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin
We gon' be so selfish when we spinnin' Cause I ain't got shit, he got a million
Come together, we can make a billion All it takes is make your neighbor feel ya
All it takes is to make love familiar
Writer: Carter Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid