Young Buck - Check Up lyrics

Turn Up! (Gyeah) it's BUCK! (Lego)

Racked up i got bandz on me, ba bandz on me
Racked up
I got bandz on me, I got bandz on me

Ice all on my neck
I got zeros all on my check
I got bottles all in my section
This Cashville and we flexing (BALL)

I'm still touching that white girl
All of my hoes just like girls
Walking to the club like I might hurl
Mi-Miley Cyrus this is my world
15 hundred for these robbing jeans
45 hundred for this pound of green
2 chainz gave me this pine of lean
Versace shades you know what I seen
I got a gold rolly I ain't even wore yet
A corvette I ain't even drove yet


Louis ain't even in the store yet
I bet you broke niggas didn't know that
I read up, I ain't never running out
I'm racked up, I ain't never serving y'all
Get money, I ain't never doing without
So tell me why I don't deserve to ball

I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
I'm just running that check up (check up)

I'm still keeping that 40 on me
Fuck the feds cuz I know they want me
36 holes, I hold it on me
We think we the shit, I know that don't we?
Gucci bag hanging on my bitch arm
Your bitch shit! finna get palmed
My bitch rich and her whip foreign
Look at my wrist I got a brick on
I got time 4's I ain't even wore yet
A condo I ain't even go yet
A mansion I ain't even show yet
In case you want to know where ya hoe at
My niggas got rich while I was locked up
Came back home and I'm gwopped up
All of the soft got rocked up
Put bandz on my hand when I popped up

I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
I'm just running that check up (check up)

I got YSL on my belt buckle
Spent bout twelve on my left knuckle
F on my rim and it means fuck ya
Bet it all whatever left of ya
Got White Remy mixed in a pepsi bottle
A college bitch she the next to model
Ball all night imma rest tomorrow
Yo baby momma she the next to swallow
I got bitches I ain't even know yet
A pound of Kush I ain't blow yet
Some Xanax bars I ain't sold yet
Tryna find a house where I can grow at
This Ace of Spade no Moët
Bout to fire this bitch where the dough at
Hey picture me ballin this a kodak
Trynna find a strip club to throw at

I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
I'm just running that check up (check up)

I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
I'm just running that check up (check up)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
Throw me through the bandz like this
(like this)
I'm just running that check up (check up)