Check Up - Young Buck

Racked up

I got bandz on me, ba-bandz on me

Racked up

I got bandz on me, I got bandz on me

Ice all on my neck

I got zeros all on my check

I got bottles all in my section

This Cashville and we flexing (BALL)

I’m still touching that white girl

All of my hoes just like girls

Walking to the club like I might hurl

Mi-Miley Cyrus this is my world

15 hundred for these robbing jeans

45 hundred for this pound of green

2 chainz gave me this pine of lean

Versace shades you know what I seen

I got a gold rolly I ain’t even wore yet

A corvette I ain’t even drove yet

Louis ain’t even in the store yet

I bet you broke niggas didn’t know that

I read up, I ain’t never running out

I’m racked up, I ain’t never serving y’all

Get money, I ain’t never doing without

So tell me why I don’t deserve to ball

I’m just running that check up (check up)

Throw me through the bandz like this (like this)

I’m just running that check up (check up)

I’m still keeping that 40 on me

Fuck the feds cuz I know they want me

36 holes, I hold it on me

We think we the shit, I know that don’t we?

Gucci bag hanging on my bitch arm

Your bitch shit!

finna get palmed

My bitch rich and her whip foreign

Look at my wrist I got a brick on

I got time 4's I ain’t even wore yet

A condo I ain’t even go yet

A mansion I ain’t even show yet

In case you want to know where ya hoe at

My niggas got rich while I was locked up

Came back home and I’m gwopped up

All of the soft got rocked up

Put bandz on my hand when I popped up

I’m just running that check up (check up)

Throw me through the bandz like this (like this)

I’m just running that check up (check up)

I got YSL on my belt buckle

Spent bout twelve on my left knuckle

F on my rim and it means fuck ya

Bet it all whatever left of ya

Got White Remy mixed in a pepsi bottle

A college bitch she the next to model

Ball all night imma rest tomorrow

Yo baby momma she the next to swallow

I got bitches I ain’t even know yet

A pound of Kush I ain’t blow yet

Some Xanax bars I ain’t sold yet

Tryna find a house where I can grow at

This Ace of Spade no Moët

Bout to fire this bitch where the dough at

Hey picture me ballin this a kodak

Trynna find a strip club to throw at

I’m just running that check up (check up)

Throw me through the bandz like this (like this)

I’m just running that check up (check up)

I’m just running that check up (check up)

Throw me through the bandz like this (like this)

I’m just running that check up (check up)