I Got a Check

[Intro: Rich The Kid] My money real right Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex [Verse 1: Rich The Kid] Hundred fifty thousand on my neck homie Running around with the TEC on me I drop a four in a Kool-Aid My diamonds white like toothpaste I had to run up a check Look at my left wrist wet Fuckin' yo bitch, break a sweat I can teach you how to flex Got to thank god, put more cars in the garage Bitch watch out cause I'm a star They want to see me behind bars The lawyer cost twenty, I'm beating the charge Aye, I put water in my rings Got a check, my pockets lean My model, I fuck her and leave her Birds sing like the Beatles [Verse 2: Quavo] Birds sing like the Beatles Birds sing like the Beatles Birds sing like the Beatles Block hot like a fever Streets on fire like a fever Ben Frank, I really need ya' Count up my check, hop out and flex Put a lil' bitch on a jet, put a lil' bitch on a jet, yeah Eighty a show, they selling they soul for snow They selling they soul for snow They selling they soul for snow Drop top, yeah, big rings, yeah You Bron, Bron, you Cavs You don’t know the half What we put down Its RTK and it's The Huncho We beat up the pot, it's no gumbo My footwork, Rafs, my footwork, Rafs You 12, shaft, you need a new staff You gave your bitch a pass, she went bought some ass She ran off with your cash, she brought your boy the bags [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex [Verse 3: Offset] One hunna, two hunna, three hunna four hunna, million Now that I play with the benjamins Shawty she talkin' 'bout she feelin' me Uh uh, no no, I'm from the nawf, bando Draco, extendo, 64 pounds, Nintendo I got it, I got it, I got it Percocet, Miley and molly Percocet, Miley and molly Come with me baby I'm outta here Migo gang ain't no scout in here, chump Get your lil broke ass up outta here, punk Look at my diamonds they chandelier, lumps My pockets outta this atmosphere Diamonds on me shining everywhere Stuff a brick up in her underwear If you buck I'ma take it there Gold rollie bitch I'm Richard Flair Little dog I'm a bigger bear Have you been involved with a millionaire? Young nigga keep the semi yeah Flooded my wrist with Fendi yeah [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) [Hook: Rich The Kid & Quavo] I got a check (check) I got a check (check) I got a check (check) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex (ran it up) Ran it up, gotta flex Ran it up, gotta flex