Runnin That Check Up Lyrics & Chords By Young Buck

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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.
Im 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 aint even roll yet,
A cope that I mean drove yet,
Louies hatin even in the stove yet,
I bet you broke niggas than you know that
I read up, I aint never runnin out
Im wrecked up, I aint never serving yall
Get money, I aint never gone without, what?
So tell me why I dont deserve the ball?
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Coming through the Benz like this,
Coming through the Benz like this
Coming through the Benz like this
Im just runnin that check up.
Im still keepin that foldie on me,
F*ck it fast cause I know you want me,
36 Os I hold it on me,
We think we the shit, I know that dont 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 aint even roll yet
A condom I aint even go yet,
And mention I aint 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
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Coming through the Benz like this,
Coming through the Benz like this
Coming through the Benz like this
Im just runnin that check up.
Im wise here Ima 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 Ima wrist the model
Your baby mama shit, the next to swallow,
Get on me, no yet, a pound to kush and I aint blow yet,
And the next bar I aint 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 its a cold that,
Tryin to find the script club and throw that bar.
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Im just runnin that check up
Coming through the Benz like this,
Coming through the Benz like this
Coming through the Benz like this
Im just runnin that check up.