Check Up

[Verse] Lego 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 touchin' that white girl All of my hoes just like girls Walking through the club like a might earl Miley Cyrus this my world Fifty hundreds for this Bobby Jeans Fouty-five 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 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? [Chorus] 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 Comin' through the Benz like this, comin' through the Benz like this Comin' through the Benz like this, I'm just runnin' that check up [Verse 2] I'm still keepin' that foldie on me Fuck it fast 'cause I know you want me Thirty-six 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 whacked up Put benz on my hand when I popped up [Chorus] 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 Comin' through the Benz like this, comin' through the Benz like this Comin' through the Benz like this, I'm just runnin' that check up [Verse 3] I'm wise here I'ma build up Spend 'bout twelve 'bout my left, nigga And for my enemy.. fuck 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 [Chorus] 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 Comin' through the Benz like this, comin' through the Benz like this Comin' through the Benz like this, I'm just runnin' that check up