Run The Check Up - Talk2Me, Young Jeezy, DJ Infamous Talk2Me

Fresh up out the shower, smelling like some money

Spent another hour thinking bout some money

These nigga' want the fame, bitch I want some money

See ain’t nothing changed, I just want some money

This for them hatin' niggas and them hatin' hoes I can’t forget

I been on the Avion all night, you know I’m lit

She say Young your neck sick look like it need a check up

I say bitch one thing about I try to run the check up

My neck’s game killin', wrist game killin'

Hop up out this motherfucker smelling like some millions

Right hand cross your heart, other hand to the ceiling

Say bitch I was born broke just know I’m dying with these millions

Wrist game proper, keep that chopper

And take surgery with them squares I play doctor

Go to sleep thinking check, wake up thinking check

Young will not rest till all my niggas get a check

Bitch you know I’m bout it and you know I got it

Like my cars, my bitches and my bitches they exotic

No need for a money counter, we just thumb through it

The 10's and the 5's we just let them ones do it

I say I want that paper, need that paper

Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper

Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas

When you run it up old bitches catch vapours

I just wanna check, I just need a check

See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check

Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck

That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m up checks

I said excuse you superstar in your grey Benz

Tell us how you done it with your right hand

When you chillin' in the strip club, them bands will make her dance

When you standing at the store nigga, don’t give a damn

Stretching like yoga, using that soda

Came back 12.50, that’s at least an extra quota

Going hard in the paint, Arm & Hammer on my shoulder

Heard you had six hundred horses in your motor

I know that might sound crazy, sound like a stampede

Thought I a Ferrari

Right now I’m thinking check, yesterday I was thinking check

On my way to get a check, still thinkin' 'bout a check

I said I want that paper, need that paper

Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper

Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas

When you run it up bitches catch vapours

I just wanna check, I just need a check

See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check

Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck

That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m up checks

I say I’m tryna run up checks, I’m tryna run up checks

Thirty-two-K gold chain round my neck

Their a little heavy, you might need a massage

If I bought another car I’mma need a new garage

Young you gotta face it, you runnin' outta spaces

You might just have to move Versace suitcases

On the phone with my realtor, bitch about to faint

When she asked me what I’m looking for I told her «bitch a bank»

It’s that celler, count it like a teller

Have that white folk runnin' on slippers: Cinderella

I just gotta check, talkin' 'bout a check

So don’t ask me the amount, I lost count, I gotta check

I said I want that paper, need that paper

Hustling in my veins, I just bleed that paper

Nothing on my mind but some money: Las Vegas

When you run it up bitches catch vapours

I just wanna check, I just need a check

See I just came I’m thinkin' 'bout a check

Put somethin' in my safe, put a 'round my neck

That’s why I’m always on my grind cause I’m tryna run up checks