Run Me Up A Check

It's a bag involved it's a bag involved
(Glee, glee) glee
Quando Rondo, nigga where's my lunch money?
Ayy, they say they ain't heard me in a minute
(They ain't heard me, they ain't heard
Me, they ain't heard me
They ain't heard me in a minute)
I ain't bust that pussy
I ain't bust that 30 in a minute
Should cash a hundred
Just namin' thirty in a minute (Grrah)

Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Track meet, I'm tryna run me up a check
Don't ask me if it ain't about a check
On yo' knees, babygirl, I just want the neck

12AM I'm up and yeah, I'm schemin'
Floatin' 'round the city wit' Domo
Could see a demon
I told that girl I love her, I ain't mean it
Kickin' doors, field goals
Y'all niggas on defense
Percocets, xannies, molly, plus I be leanin'
Hey, they say that she love to work the penis
Glizzy leave a fuck nigga leakin'
I'ma leave a fuck nigga bleedin'
My youngins, they gon' murk for no reasons
Everything blue like four seasons
Better ask Dexter how I rip the Beretta
I put that nigga on a stretcher
Bury him just like treasure, my nigga
Domo grippin' on a MAC, Ron got two 38s
Monte loadin' up the Glock while
I'm clutchin' on the K
I ain't worried 'bout a thing
Murder on my mind, mane
Married to the street life
I bought my bitch a diamond ring

Don't fuck around wit' that
Fuck around then you get fucked around
Know some youngins on my side of
Town and they don't fuck around
Yeah, we ain't playin' no games
I gotta keep two Ks like the NBA games
And I can see it all in yo' eyes
He ain't down to ride he ain't down to slide
Gotta keep two four-fives
So when I up and I lit 'em
Livin' from both sides (Grrah)
If he ain't talkin' 'bout money, my nigga
What is he sayin'? Not a whole lot
Whippin' fours then, fours
Low-lows fresh up off the lot
Wake up every morning, get that bag
That what I was taught
(Oh yeah, it's a bag involved)
How you say you a street nigga
And never did a crime, homie?
Why the fuck you lyin' in your rhymes, homie?
Can't go nowhere without it, yeah
That iron on me
Can't go nowhere without it, yeah
That nine on me

Always money over bitches, nigga
Quando on this road to riches, nigga (yeah)
And I won't waste my choppa bullets
(Where's my lunch money?)
I'ma kill you solo
Fuckin' get you knocked off (Ayy)
It's Quando Rondo, nigga
Money over bitches (Ayy)
Fuck a bitch, I'm tryna run me up a check
I'm tryna run me up a check

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Run Me Up A Check

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