T I Check Lyrics


Check by T.I.

Feat. Problem, Young Dro, & Trae Tha Truth

[Hook]

We bout that mah'fukin' check
Scream!
Run it, run it, run
We bout that mah'fukin' check
You got the check, it's something bout the check
We bout that mah'fukin' check
Run it, run it
Wow, we motherfuckin' do it,
Feel packed, boss cue, make movie
We bout that mah'fukin' check

Clean money, talkin' limousine money
God a nigga can't hurl when he come
To get a new machine, for me
We bout that mah'fukin'
Dirty cam on a rigged thirty cash
New Mercedes Benz, burning gas
We bout that mah'fukin'
We down with trust
If you about that you down with us
Now we gotta get wooped by woopa
I'mma put it in the light
We bout that mah'fukin' check
Big bad Rover ova' trap money
This is what I have, we go for the rap money
Now you don't got any dough, nigga wanna act funny
Listen, homie, we bout that mah'fukin' check
Even still, I'mma gun for my respect
You cross that line, little fly by thang
Anybody know me, know that I don't lie about that
Mather fact, we bout that mah'fukin' check
Courtesy of revenue, all a nigga gotta do
I'mma get it, spend it, and get it
Whether we missing the original felony
The federal, I got to hand it bro, they wanna tell
On you, they tell on you
We bout that mah'fukin' check

[Hook]

And they talkin' like he brought my diamonds
Or enlight me, bra, shit flash thing, lightning struck
Get you tied up, we bout that mah'fukin'
Tooled up, no screw driver, diamond lay, no crew liver
On another watch I'm two timing
Both boot chiming, like an employee
But I'm bossing on these hoes
Heat out campaign and no revenue,
I'm mouthflossing on my phone
We bout that mah'fukin'
I do it for the niggas that was out squashing 94'
They made away to be able to be all day
On sha shopping windows clothes.
We bout that mah'fukin' check
Boy, that's boss talk, (???) on my boss walk
In this beef ain't no talkin', fuck walking
We bout that mah'fukin'
Action, run up on me sleeveless
Green up like on top of a tree
Peanuts, no cash, just seeds if I have to
Everyday the pastor jaywalk
We bout that mah'fukin' check

[Hook]

Now, hold up, Dro, tell the whole bitter
This (???) I went to the crib to wear, neither got a checker(?)
ATM mobbin', ATM robbin', when I hear the lick we be purpotraitin' you like a setter
My bitch gotta say
My daughter, she bout to turn six, gonna say
half a million dollars in cash,
For certainly gas, show a nigga bitch how to act
All in here like tell it all
Like it? So be it, the thing I hit the power ball
Bitch, tell yo bitch put the hood lot of alcohol
We eat ova here, (???)

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