RUN A CHEQUE

(Hahaha)

(Fuck it, I'mma run a cheque up)

(trxple7, bitch, go)

Fuck it, I'mma run a cheque

Diamonds on my necklace, you ain't seen this bread

Talk down get your head hit like he fell off the bed

I'm just 'bout that flexin' and countin' up this red

Receipts look like a checklist, buy all expensive threads

Choppas, MACs, and FNs if you wanna go

Runnin' up these rackies, I'm runnin' up that dough

M-M-Mathematician, adding up is all I know

Run it up the most, bitch I'm never goin' broke

$50k, fuck around, double that shit

Accountants been loving this shit

Driveway a launchpad, coupe is a ship

Got stars in the roof with the 5% tint

My shirt cost your rent

V12 engine, don't know where I went

They look at my fit and ask how much I spent

I spend me a hunn', I make like $10 million a month

That pussy run up, them choppas gon' shoot out the truck

I'm just countin' up, the paper in love with my thumbs

I can't get enough, Chrome Hearts, look like God

(If they move...)

(...kill 'em)

(trxple7)

(1CEY)

(I've never seen so much green!)

(Hahah)

No bitch, my whip isn't rented

Money too long, use significant digits

No calculus, but I cannot find my limit

Push-start, don't turn, just click it

Tony Stark, chest glow with the pendant

I can meet a bitch and get some throat within a minute

Bitch I keep a weapon, we at war with how we drillin'

Make your block a petting zoo, the way these llamas spittin'

I got bitches every region, France, Spain, Great Britain

I took her from her man, but she act like he the villain

Tables turned, dead broke, made a killing

No construction, shawty holdin' on the hammer with acrylics

Say you sicker than the 7s, whatchu' talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Handsomer muhfucka', gotta Russ to the Millions

Grandkids rich, in my trust, couple billion

Like I'm tryna' catch Frank, shell catcher on the Smith'n

I tell a bitch "no," but she persistent

Masked up, shiesty on my face like it was frigid

Back up, shawty put her dumptruck in position

Cracked up, laughin' to the bank with all my riches

Got my MAC tucked, pussy wanna come and get dissin'

Black-top whip, disappear, where the ceiling?

I be always sippin' syrup simply for the feeling

Sippin' syrup, we don't really match up with the symptoms

But I like the way it flows through my system

Diamonds on my necklace, you ain't seen this bread

Talk down get your head hit like he fell off the bed

I'm just 'bout that flexin' and countin' up this red

Receipts look like a checklist, buy all expensive threads

Choppas, MACs, and FNs if you wanna go

Runnin' up these rackies, I'm runnin' up that dough

M-M-Mathematician, adding up is all I know

Run it up the most, bitch I'm never goin' broke