Lil Herb - Runnin' Through A Check lyrics

[Hook] I pull up in that 'Rari whip Smoking on that Marley piff Got me on that co*ky sh** Like I'm fighting Rocky VI Flexing on 'em, diamonds dancing on my wrist VVS in my lobes, Forgiatos on the 'Vette 50 hollows in the tech Totin, smokin, popping bottles Brought some models for the set b**h I'm running through a check Spent a car note on my neck b**h I'm running through a check Spend them racks to make it back And then I'm running through the rest [Verse 1] sponsored links I remember being broke as f**, now I'm out here smoking bus Riding with a b**h that eat the dick while I'm rolling up These city n***as know wa**up, we hit the club they know its us Nina got my trues saggin, Louie V belt hold it up Smoking potent Sipping potion Remy stroking Henny holding Back up in the club, got them racks up in the club Thick b**hes bending over let me crack up in the club If a n***a muggin at us we attack up in the club Boy dont act up in the club, we snuck that Mac up in the club You hear click clack up in the club, call for backup in the club I spent them stacks in VIP so they let me back up in the club Cus I'm the man and b**hes brag about me to they other man Bout how I spazz in True Religion and hold stacks in rubberbands Breitling dancing on my right, Rolly on my other hand I be shining in the dark, like I'm shining in the light I'm seeing circles in the night from mixing purple with the sprite, lean [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm talking sh**, thats cus I'mma talking brick All I rock is foreign sh**, these n***as can't afford to get I hit the strip, all the hoes explode tryna lose they clothes Like the way my Trues sag, 300 on my Trues tag Ask me who the hottest out, I gave that ho a news flash Told her Lil Herb I'm the hottest b**h I got prada kicks when I shop and sh** Always smoking tropic b**h, I done done it been thru a lot of drama Young n***as into co*kin Llamas I'mma lil n***a with a lot of commas I ain't tryna brag I'm just being honest When I close my eyes all I see is hunnids Riding solo in the Beamer stuntin' n***as hating but the b**hes love it Shirt off with the b**h in public If a n***a muggin I'mma give him something Hit him up before he hear I'm coming Skeet off I ain't fearing nothing Ya girl want me cus she hear I'm stuntin Cashed out in the gear, its nothing Neck twenty and my ear a hunnid If ya b**h f**ing I'mma get her busting Pacifer I'mma get her s**ing Dick the only thing I'll give a woman I ain't got time for no date or lunches I won't be your husband, I can't even trust you [Hook]