Tahjee Ballard - Run That Check (Physician) lyrics

Hook) Run that check up no Physician (Run that check up!) Know ya role play ya position (Know ya role b**h!) All my hoes say Im heaven sent (Heaven sent!) Wack hoes say Im Arrogant (Arrogant!) Ran that check up now she checkin' for me (Checkin' for me!) She poppin' pills and gettin' naked for me (Naked for me!) I got shooters on my payroll (On my payroll!) And they ain't stoppin' once I say go (Verse 1) Pull up in a cherry red drop wit' a redbone Beam like a cherry on ya top leave ya head gone How you do that s**a sh** you know you dead wrong Turned ya back on ya team and put the Feds on I sold that work on the roughest blocks Barely got sleep tryna touch a block Addicted to hustlin' don't wanna stop Hatin' a** n***as can s** a co*k I run that check up from Monday to Sunday The b**h Im wit' look like she came off the runway We 'bout that gunplay so jump out of line Bullets will jump out the clip I jump out the whip then I jump in the mix And the weed that Im smokin' is funky as sh** I remember them nights I was hungry as sh** I was lonely as sh** now them hoes on my dick Open 24/7 like a Wawa Focused on the money f** sh** get the side eye Got a bad lil' b**h from out Baja If her folks drop the work make it Cha Cha Come through in the clutch like a stick shift In my teenage years seen a brick flip rollin' wit' a thick b**h It's all in ya wrist flick Hatin' on me a get ya b**h hit haters s** a sick dick They throwin' salt in the game Yo b**h be callin' my name We sold the rawest of Caine Santos De Cartier frames Focused on my check f** the next man Double cup and a L in my left hand Thick b**h a** cheek in my right hand s So fly I was born wit' a flight plan (Hook) (Verse 2) Don't don't stand tall then you gotta cut 'em short Loyal to the money f** n***as gettin' bought Runnin' up the block 'fore you came off the porch Bullets hit ya interupt the train of ya thoughts Need a new deal on the work crack the seal on the purp See the look in they eyes man they feelings is hurt I just popped me a 30 Im feelin' the perc Bein' broke and you starvin' that feelings the worst Cool out my shooters will move out In broad day they might have shootout and take all ya goons out Roaches come runnin' if you leave ya food out At the table got the scales and the tools out I put that pressure on n***as Im startin' to think less of y'all n***as Im 'bout to body bag and stretcher y'all n***as f** ya feelings start finessin' y'all n***as Cuttin' off all the dead weight f** it as long as my bread straight Puttin' dick in ya b**h 'til the bed break Somethings missin' I might be a head case (No Stuey Rock) But Im "Fresher Den U" Nicknamed this exotic sh** Pepe Le Pew I got a bad b**h Make the dick disappear call it magic Show this money like I never had sh** Still stuffin' paper in my mattress it can get tragic Please keep my name out ya mouth Please keep my name out ya mouth Or makin' the news as a body what you be famous about We had one hell of a plug slangin' c**aine in a drought (Hook)