Young Buck - Runnin That Check Up lyrics

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Young Buck - Runnin That Check Up lyrics

[Intro] Turn Up It's Buck Leggo Racked up I got bands on me Bands on me Racked up I got bands on me I got bands on me Ice all on my neck, I got zeros all in my check I got bottles all in my section This cash feeling we flexin', ball [Verse 1] I'm still touchin' that white girl All of my hoes just light girls Walkin' through the club like I might hurl Miley Cyrus, this is my world 1500 for these Robin Jeans 4500 for this pound of green 2 Chainz gave me this pint of lean Versace shades, you know what I've seen I gotta gold rollie I ain't even wore yet A Corvette I ain't even drove yet Louis ain't even in the store yet I betcha broke n***as didn't know that I re-upped, I ain't ever running out I'm racked up, I ain't ever serving ya'll Get money, I ain't ever done without So tell me why I don't deserve to ball [Hook] I'm just runnin' that check up (x4) Thumbin' through the bands like this (x3) I'm just runnin' that check up [Verse 2] I'm still keeping that forty on me f** the feds, cause I know they want me Thirty six O's, I hold it on me We think we the sh**, I know that don't we? Gucci bag hanging on my b**h arm Yo b**h she finna get palmed My b**h rich and her whip foreign Look at my wrist I got a brick on I got Tom Fords 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 wanna know where ya ho at My n***as got rich while I was locked up Game big homie get guaped up, guaped up All of the soft got rocked up Put bands in my hand when I popped up [Hook] [Verse 3] Got YSL on my belt buckle Spent about twelve on my left knuckle "F" on my rim and that mean f** you Dead and all, whatever left of you Got white remy mixed in a Pepsi bottle A college b**h, she the next to model Ball all night I'm a rest tomorrow Yo baby momma she the next to swallow I got kids I don'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 moet 'Bout to fire this b**h where the dough at Hey picture me ballin', it's a kodak Tryna find a strip club to throw at [Hook] (x2)