Young Buck - Runnin That Check Up lyrics

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Rapped up I got Benz on me

Benz Benz on me

Rapped up I got Benz on me

I got Benz on me,

Ice over my niggas, I got cigarettes over my chick

I got bottles all in my section,

This cash feelin we flexin’, ball.

I’m still touching that white girl

All of my hoes just like girls,

Walking through the club like a might earl

Miley Cyrus this my world,

50 hundreds for this Bobby Jeans,

45 hundreds for this time degree yes,

Two chains gave me this pain to lean

Versace shades you know what I see

I got a gun homie, I ain’t even roll yet,

A cope that I mean drove yet,

Louie’s hatin’ even in the stove yet,

I bet you broke niggas than you know that

Hook:

I read up, I ain’t never runnin’ out

I’m wrecked up, I ain’t never serving y’all

Get money, I ain’t never gone without, what?

So tell me why I don’t deserve the ball?

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

Coming through the Benz like this,

Coming through the Benz like this

Coming through the Benz like this

I’m just runnin’ that check up.

I’m still keepin’ that foldie on me,

F*ck it fast ‘cause I know you want me,

36 O’s I hold it on me,

We think we the shit, I know that don’t wr

Gucci bag hangin’ on my bitch on,

Your bitch shit fin to get palm,

My bitch rich and I whip hard,

Look at my wrist I got a brick on,

I got time for him and I ain’t even roll yet

A condom I ain’t even go yet,

And mention I ain’t even show that

And guess you wanna know where your hoe at

My niggas got rich while I locked up true,

And big homie, guaked up, guaked up,

All of the soft got wacked up,

Put benz on my hand when I popped up

Hook:

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

Coming through the Benz like this,

Coming through the Benz like this

Coming through the Benz like this

I’m just runnin’ that check up.

I’m wise here I’ma build up

Spend ‘bout twelve ‘bout my left nigga

And for my enemy .. f*ck em

Bear it out, whatever left up.

Got white reminix in the pimps we ball

College bitch, shit the next of model

Pall all night I’ma wrist the model

Your baby mama shit, the next to swallow,

Get on me, no yet, a pound to kush and I ain’t blow yet,

And the next bar I ain’t sold yet,

Tryin to find the house, while I can grow at

‘cause aces spray no more at,

‘bout the fire this picture where the door hang,

Hey picture me ballin’ and it’s a cold that,

Tryin to find the script club and throw that bar.

Hook:

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

I’m just runnin’ that check up

Coming through the Benz like this,

Coming through the Benz like this

Coming through the Benz like this

I’m just runnin’ that check up.