Meek Mill, YBS Skola - Check Check lyrics

We been running through that paper all season
Show you niggas how to do that money shit
Ooh! Dat be Maaly Raw

Check check, run it up, run it, run it
Run it up young niggas stayed down with me
Now we comin' up
Stacked the whole winter just so we
Could fuck the summer up
Come around the corner in some new shit
'bout to fuck 'em up
Check check, fuck 'em up, slap that cash
Fuck it up
I flipped me some work, went to my jeweler
Tell him bust me up
Shawty 'bout to bust it down
She know I don't bust it up
I know she gon' fuck me now
I been puttin' numbers up

Check check, numbers up
Yeah I'm 'bout to fuck it up
I'm the type to treat a hundred
Thousand like a hundred bucks
Buy your bitch some Lou's and brand new
Bags and now she fuck with us check check
And we don't really fuck with her
Whippin' them V's, spendin' them B's
Say I be ballin', like I'm in the league
Sippin' the dirty, poppin' the P's
Sucker ass niggas be hatin'
That shit a disease
Spinnin' the corner, buckin' the quarter
Fuckin' up order
Like we fuckin' the warden
Crossin' the border, to put in my order
Man go with the bricks
I make her with the whiff

Check check, run it up, run it, run it
Run it up young niggas stayed down with me
Now we comin' up
Stacked the whole winter just so we
Could fuck the summer up
Come around the corner in some new shit
'bout to fuck 'em up
Check check, fuck 'em up, slap that cash
Fuck it up
I flipped me some work, went to my jeweler
Tell him bust me up
Shawty 'bout to bust it down
She know I don't bust it up
I know she gon' fuck me now
I been puttin' numbers up

Let me get with the Chasers on this shit
Skola
Numbers up, we been puttin' numbers up
The Shiners and the Chasers
Nigga 'bout to fuck the summer up
Summer up, we 'bout to fuck the summer up
Last year I was only twenty, ask the streets
I had a hundred up
Had to get somebody in the fam
To put the money up
Goonies right behind me cruisin' slow
They in a Hummer truck
'bout to cop a sixty-three
Give these niggas bubble guts
Take a forty-one to Joe and tell
'em step my Bezel up
I'm ready now, I'm heavy now
More than four chickens stashed
In the Chevy now
Got that Whopper on me, feel like Fetty now
Rollin' with the Shiners
They ain't gon' let me down

Check check, run it up, run it, run it
Run it up young niggas stayed down with me
Now we comin' up
Stacked the whole winter just so we
Could fuck the summer up
Come around the corner in some new shit
'bout to fuck 'em up
Check check, fuck 'em up, slap that cash
Fuck it up
I flipped me some work, went to my jeweler
Tell him bust me up
Shawty 'bout to bust it down
She know I don't bust it up
I know she gon' fuck me now
I been puttin' numbers up