Check, Run It

[Hook] Ignant motherfucker please You know exactly what a motherfucker need I need a bag 'bout a hundred fifty Gs You don't want us to make a motherfucking scene Check, run it, all hundreds (x4) Check, run it No broke shit in my life Cause I'm scared that shit could rub off on me I'm superstitious, no lie Check, run it No broke shit in my life (x2) [Verse 1] I tell you no lie I be everywhere you go, guy Over here every hoe who go by Say that nigga right there be so fly Aye doubling up is all I'm about Man one or two million kept all in the house I'm calling them shot Get all of them shots Hate me till your stomach is all in a knot Boy I'm already hot I'm already rich You better be gone, you lil' bitty bitch You petty as shit, I'm real as it get My nigga Cap hear me say hit 'em with dick Keep the fuck out your lingo! They be still invitin' em and calling it swag None of them niggas you know Fucking with me, you know it's all in the bag Check! [Hook] [Verse 2] I got a big cheque coming with the commas all on it Audemar shine like some Armor All don't it Fresh out of fucks giving in to my opponent Tell him you can keep your baby mama I don't want it I'm a cold motherfucker man, better watch what you say I ain't taking shit from no motherfucker man Fuck a piece I want the whole motherfucking thing Can you hear me? Go tell the promoter hundred racks for an appearance Go play in another city rap before I'm here You a fuck nigga I know you ain't one of us, nigga She sucking everybody dick and you all in the club with her Like you all in love with her Everybody know what's up with her Ayy, run a hatchet like a flag pole I've been getting it since Kermit the Frog was a tadpole [Hook]