Run up a Check - Molly Brazy, GT, Band gang Masoe

I’m walkin' right in, fuckin' this bitch up

What that pussy cost bitch, is you tryna fuck or what?

We all up a hundred plus, who dick you wanna suck?

Lil bitch just hit the jewelry store and dropped a forty-one

We really gettin' paid will, tell 'em some'

I’m in Cali right now G, I’ma mail you some'

Now I’m 'bout to get back to cuttin' a rug

You can spend it like that when you fuckin' with the plug

All of my niggas eating, can’t nobody stop that

Bro said he wanna drive a Bentley, I’m like not yet

I’m a fuckin' paper boy, I’m like project

Too busy with the bag, that’s why I ain’t drop a project

What the fuck is up, where that money at

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

My brodie got a couple years, it’s only right that I stack

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check

Man I’m tryna get this money, you bitches hate too much

Catch me boolin' by myself, I don’t hang in a bunch

Trust me she ain’t living long if the lil bitch owe me

Put this Ruger to your face 'cause I think he tryna ho me

I’ma spark this wood at him, watch this bitch die slowly

It’s molly water, I’m with the gang, Moz got the new forty on him

Man it’s cold in the D, boy you better bundle up

You can chill on the block but I’ll just keep the heater tucked

Keep chasing that check and fuck these angry ass bitches

I always touch a chicken when my hands get to itching

Stuff a cookie in the wood, I get messy when I’m rollin'

Quick to leave a pussy smokin', always keep one eye open

What the fuck is up, where that money at

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

My brodie got a couple years, it’s only right that I stack

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check

I’m in the projects where every house a spot at

That work better be good if you want someone to buy that

Just find a bitch to transport that shit from A to B

Baby I get that shit gone like plan B

Know the real scam man, ain’t no scammin' me

No charge vinyl to the key, you niggas Tennessee

Like I’m tryna move in, prayed to get a key

Knew I would make this shit double like I couldn’t see

That ngiga probably wanna be me but he ain’t me

Fuck 12, free mister made 50 and the white G

I was somewhere in the sticks countin' blue slips

You was stuck sleeping in the trap, gettin' more sheets

What the fuck is up, where that money at

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

My brodie got a couple years, it’s only right that I stack

Ain’t tryna have no conversation, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check, I’m tryna run up a check

I’m tryna run up a check