Lyrics Run Up a Check - Ty Bam

Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yeah I'm fuckin on ya hoe
Got her legs up to the celling
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Say you got it for the low
But I don't trust none of you niggas
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yeah I'm fuckin on ya hoe
Got her legs up to the celling
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Say you got it for the low
But I don't trust none of you niggas

I'm bout to fuck yo lil bae
Fuckin her right on the couch
Put my dick all in her mouth
Get me a nut then I'm out
I'm bout to make a play
Do this shit all by my lonely
Cause niggas be rats n phony
When you see me don't act like you know me
All of my niggas they lit
We never beef bout a bitch
We rather get to money
You der laid up wit yo honey
Better go get you some cake
How you lazy but want all the fame
I'm slide up in yo up lane
Finnese ya plug do the race
She say I look cute wit my nose pierced
I know girl now gimme ya face
She say she gon come thru today
Told her to sit on my face
After ima done I swerve on that bitch like nigga changing lanes
Yeah you know I do this shit everyday I don't give a fuck about the fame

Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yea you know that Im wit it
Fuckin on ya lil bitch
Got her legs up to the celling
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Say you got it for the low
But I don't trust none of you niggas
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yeah I'm fuckin on ya hoe
Got her legs up to the celling

Get a white bitch hit her from the back
I turnt her ass out she ain't comin back
Puttin ice on my wrist
I ain't got time for a bitch
If you plug taxin to much I'm takin off wit his shit
Boy I know you don't got it
Fuckin up ya lil profit
Nigga say he gon rob me
I'm wit the shit better watch it
I'm John Wick wit the rocket
Kick in yo door like a Rasta
Red dot on yo forehead
Boy you must be a sponsor
Just talk to my dawg the other day
And he said boy you a monster
Trust me I'm comin wit all the smoke
I fuck her n make her go to the store
Eat me some food then I gotta go
Cause the money is all on my mind hoe
Pour up 4 ima mix that
Des niggas ain't really wit that
When you wit that bitch y'all just kickback
I pull up she throwin that shit back

Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yea you know that Im wit it
Fuckin on ya lil hoe
Got her legs up to the celling
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Say you got it for the low
But I don't trust none of you niggas
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Run up a check yea I'm wit it
Yeah I'm fuckin on ya hoe
Got her legs up to the celling