Checc

[Intro: Joey Fatts]

Run me my check, run me my check

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[Chorus: Joey Fatts]

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[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]

M's, I own my plug

600 bands for all my thugs

Bitch hopped in, you know what’s up

You and your friend, y'all both can come

I need my bands, I need my cut

Don't need no hand, don’t want your love

Made fifty thousand off Dutch Masters

And I ain't ever smoked a dutch

Olly-olly-oxy, codone to the molly

Roxies we on poppy, niggas own the drug proxy

You can catch me running around the lobby like Pewee

No mask on, you see me

Your cast, we eating

Broke niggas give me the heebie jeebies

Please stop calling my phone

Leave me alone if it ain't 'bout a check

I'ma get it til it's gone, so cut throat I always connect

Don't do diss songs

You come for the gang, we come for your head

Do these hoes wrong

I'm running my game, she run me my check

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[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

Run my check, I love my set

My opps send shots, above my neck

I feel like Nip, I might get vest

I’m just like Nip, they took my crip

So R.I.P., I’m  2NC

I sold more pills than the GNC

I cut more gills than [?]

Sprite owe me mills, I pulled away

Cuz could've got killed but I’m cool today

Wanna trip, wanna shoot the fade

Want a trip, wanna move away

We can dip to where Kunta came from

I posted bail, my name rung, bitch

All them niggas, ain't one rich

Why they with you? Make it make some sense

My dead locs, they know some presidents

Presidential limo tint the rental

Distant since she acting sentimental

Beat your feet, I beat these instrumentals

You can't lie to me, I'm influential

Sanitized, I beat up influenza

Why you acting like a killer, huh?

Run me my check

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