Bobby kritical - '97
Overige artiesten: K camp Rich the kid

Aye aye
Bobby Kritical
Aye

Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run my check up
Run my check up (aye)
Run my check up (run it up)
Run my check up (ah!)
Run my check up (yea)
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run that check up
Run that check up (aye)
Run that check up (run it up)
Run that check up (ah!)
Run that check up (yea)

Aye money count (aye)
Walking like it (aye)
Talking like it (aye)
Looking like a lick (aye)
Counting up them hunnids (aye)
Boy you know I love them strips (wooh)
Know I'm having 30 clips (aye)
In case you want to trip (aye)
They had to dip (yea)
Nah, for real (yea)
I just want a mil' (yea, (aye))
How I feel
Forgiato wheels (skrrt skrrt)
Aye, aye
Run it up, run it up (aye)

Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run my check up
Run my check up (aye)
Run my check up (run it up)
Run my check up (ah!)
Run my check up (yea)
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run that check up
Run that check up (aye)
Run that check up (run it up)
Run that check up (ah!)
Run that check up (yea)


Run my check up (huh)
Got that Bent' truck (skrrt)
We got extras (extras)
I'm gon' flex up
Take it right back to Texano
I was broke but now I got hundos
Checked my bank account got too many o's
I'm balling on hoes
I'm flexing I don't need a stamp
Got too many rings like a champ (a champ)
Walk around with the MAC of course (MAC of course)
Trapping white like Macklemore
I done boss'd up on these niggas (these niggas)
Drop the top and flex up in the Winter
And all this is just the beginning (aye)
Diamond biting and you know that I'm winning (aye)

Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run my check up
Run my check up (aye)
Run my check up (run it up)
Run my check up (ah!)
Run my check up (yea)
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run that check up
Run that check up (aye)
Run that check up (run it up)
Run that check up (ah!)
Run that check up (yea)

I got a check
I rep the set
I got a Uzi
I got a TEC
I got respect
Nigga I'm blessed
I'm a young nigga at the dep
Molly, pep, fishcale
I stay rolling off them M's
I'm a city boy
I'm from Sun Land
Young nigga stacking them bands (aye)
Young nigga busting them grams (aye)
Young nigga pulling them scams
Young nigga pulling up in foreigns
Yea I run that check up crazy
I got that money baby (aye)

Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run my check up
Run my check up (aye)
Run my check up (run it up)
Run my check up (ah!)
Run my check up (yea)
Aye, wooh, aye, wooh, aye, wooh, wooh
Run my check up (run it up, prrrr)
Run that check up
Run that check up (aye)
Run that check up (run it up)
Run that check up (ah!)
Run that check up

Writers: Bobby Bernard Turner Jr , Dimitri Leslie Roger , Kristopher Thomas Campbell , Selassie Irie

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