Zoey Dollaz - Blow A Check (Remix) lyrics

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Zoey Dollaz - Blow A Check (Remix) lyrics

[Intro - Puff Daddy] (We gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run, we gon' run Ayo I had to stop talking that money sh** God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth And it's not that I'm not humble Ayo, it's that this is my gift of life Getting this money, getting this money Get that money Get that money, go young n***a, go [Hook: Zoey Dollaz] I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them n***as upset Run through the money, run [Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz] I'm just tryna run through it Heard them n***as makin threats, tell 'em come do it All my n***as with the sh**s, even in the fist fight Bet them n***as still goin to bring a gun to it Yeah, I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette Hit the block, make 'em upset I ain't done yet Girl, I'm on a cash route Mo'f** love, young n***a tryna cash out I'm on a money mission, b**h You looking for attention tryna make a n***a kick it So I can blow your back out I ain't with the bullsh**, I'm tryng to make some money My n***as got kids and all of them babies hungry Gotta feed them hittas, they the ones that come and get you Just in case one of you p**y n***as wanna act funny [Hook: Zoey Dollaz] I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them n***as upset Run through the money, run [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Yo, that n***a Puff he back on sh**, now here we go If I make forty million, b**h, my year was slow Money Makin' Mitch, yo, he a cash flipper Man, just tell the Forbes to use my last picture I grab the baddest b**hes out the group Let 'em ride, drop the roof Pop that p**y out the coupe Blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot, blue dot I never sleep, that's why i got way more than you got Vegas trip, it's a bet, take this sh** on a jet Bad Boy never fake or switch on the set Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring I'm the king, king of talking sh** Maybe piss through a check Got that cash bag when you see him Money Mitch, hashtag, three M's n***a, money makin' Mitch [Hook: Zoey Dollaz] [I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm just tryna Run through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them n***as upset Run through the money, run Run through the money, run Run through the money, run] (8633872) [Verse 3: French Montana] Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I I got that dirty money, Puff got the Forbes That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles Black rose generals when I hit the court My n***as ballin' like Fab Five final four At the last supper tryna eat a fiest My last two b**hes 100 mill a piece Blow a bag, your body dissapear waist down I dab all them b**hes; Dee Brown You know that paper longer than chain smokin' I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt I'm running through the paper way before the deal Way before puff gave me all the mills [Hook: Zoey Dollaz] I'm just tryna Tun through the money, run I'm just tryna Tun through the money, run I'm tryna blow a check I'm tryna blow a check Tryna pull up in a foreign And make them n***as upset Run through the money, run Run through the money, run Run through the money, run