[Intro: Meek Mill]
We been running through that paper all season
Show you n***as how to do that money sh**, ooh!
Dat be Maaly Raw
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up
Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up
Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up
Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up
Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up
I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up
Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up
I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Check check, numbers up, yeah I’m ’bout to f** it up
I’m the type to treat a hundred thousand like a hundred bucks
Buy your b**h some Lou’s and brand new bags and now she f** with us
Check check, and we don’t really f** with her
Whippin’ them V’s, spendin’ them B’s
Say I be ballin’, like I’m in the league
Sippin’ the dirty, poppin’ the P’s
s**er a** n***as be hatin’, that sh** a disease
Spinnin’ the corner, buckin’ the quarter
f**in’ up order, like we f**in’ the warden
Crossin’ the border, to put in my order
Man go with the bricks, I make her [?] with the whiff
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up
Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up
Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up
Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up
Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up
I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up
Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up
I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up
[Verse 2: YBS Skola]
Let me get with the Chasers on this sh**, Skola
Numbers up, we been puttin’ numbers up
The Shiners and the Chasers, n***a ’bout to f** the summer up
Summer up, we ’bout to f** the summer up
Last year I was only twenty, ask the streets, I had a hundred up
Had to get somebody in the fam to put the money up
Goonies right behind me cruisin’ slow, they in a Hummer truck
’bout to cop a sixty-three, give these n***as bubble guts
Take a forty-one to Joe and tell ’em step my Bezel up
I’m ready now, I’m heavy now
More than four chickens stashed in the Chevy now
Got that Whopper on me, feel like Fetty now
Rollin’ with the Shiners, they ain’t gon’ let me down
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Check check, run it up, run it, run it, run it up
Young n***as stayed down with me, now we comin’ up
Stacked the whole winter just so we could f** the summer up
Come around the corner in some new sh**, ’bout to f** ’em up
Check check, f** ’em up, slap that cash, f** it up
I flipped me some work, went to my j**eler, tell him bust me up
Shawty ’bout to bust it down, she know I don’t bust it up
I know she gon’ f** me now, I been puttin’ numbers up