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[Verse 1: T.I.] Clean money, talking limousine money Got a nigga hand hurting when he counting Get a new machine for me (we bout that motherfucking) Dirty cash, want a break it, thirty cash In a new Mercedes Benz burning gas (we bout that motherfucking) In god we trust, if you about that, you aight with us I only got a gat, won't fight, won't run, I'ma put it in your life (we bout that motherfucking) Big bank roll, rubber band trap money That's what I had way before the rap money Now I got it and he don't nigga want to act funny Listen homie (we bout that motherfucking check) Even still I'ma die for my respect You cross that line, let it fly about that Anybody know me, know that I ain't lying about that Matter fact (we bout that motherfucking) Currency and revenue, all a nigga ever do is get it then spend it then get it, get it Whether misdemeanor or regional To felony to federal I got to heaven brah I'm telling you, telling you [Chorus: T.I.] We bout that motherfucking check (run it, run it) You better motherfucking check Hustle gang in that motherfucker chyea We bout that motherfucking check (turn it, turn it) Boy this how we motherfucking do it Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherfucking check) [Verse 2: JasonMartin] I ain't talking nikes brah My diamonds are enlightening brah Shit flashed, think lightning struck Get you tightened up (we bout that motherfucking) Two dub, no screw driver Diamond lane, no crew liver Bought another watch, I'm two timing Both boos shining (we bout that motherfucking) Like an employee but I'm bossing on these hoes Either I'm campaigning on revenue or out flossing on my foes I do it for the niggas that was out on Slauson on the fours Then made a way to be able to be on Rodeo shop, shopping when it's closed Brah that's boss talk, Giuseppe's what a boss walk in This beef ain't no talking, fuck walking Action, run up on me see Green up like a top of a tree Peanuts no cashew, seeing if I have to Everyday to get to a check what [Chorus: T.I.] We bout that motherfucking check (run it, run it) You better motherfucking check Hustle gang in that motherfucker chyea We bout that motherfucking check (turn it, turn it) Boy this how we motherfucking do it Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherfucking check) [Verse 3: Young Dro] Aye hold up, Dro Tear the whole bed up Bitch think I went to the crib (?) ATL mobbing, ATL robbing And when I hit a lick it be perfect just like a set up My bitch got a set My daughter, she about to turn six got a set Half a million dollars in cash from serving the gas That'll show a nigga bitch how to act Racks, all in your head like tylenol Pockets so big they thought I hit the powerball Tell your bitch hoody-hoo like the owl call We eating over here, south boy [Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth] Chyea, and I ain't finna play about it Any nigga try to fuck with it, they better pray about it All about my business, I recommend that you stay up out it Yea I'm on the way up out of it Eight zeroes, everything on reload You can find me somewhere in the ghetto with a kilo (?) Cause all I pay is c notes There ain't shit I won't stash Got to get cash, on a mission until I'm out of gas Hundred on the dash, I'ma put a hater on his ass Treat him like a new beat, I'ma put him on blast [Chorus: T.I.] We bout that motherfucking check (run it, run it) You better motherfucking check Hustle gang in that motherfucker chyea We bout that motherfucking check (turn it, turn it) Boy this how we motherfucking do it Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherfucking check)