Blow a Check

作词 : Sean Combs

作曲 : Sean Combs

We gon' run we gon' run we gon' run we gon' run

Ayo I had to stop talking that money shit

God said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

And it's not that I'm not humble

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

It's that this is my gift of life

I'm tryna blow a check

Getting this money

I'm tryna blow a check

Getting this money

Tryna pull up in a foreign

Get that money

And make them ****ers upset

Get that money go young b***h go

I'm just tryna run through it

Heard them ****ers making threats tell 'em come do it

All my b*****s with the ****s even in the fist fight

Bet them ****ers still going to bring a gun to it

Yeah I'm just tryna pull up in a 'vette

Hit the block make 'em upset

I ain't done yet

Girl I'm on a cash route

Mo'**** love young b***h tryna cash out

I'm on a money mission b***h

You looking for attention tryna make a b***h kick it

So I can blow your back out

I ain't with the bullshit I'm tryng to make some money

My b*****s got kids and all of them babies hungry

Gotta feed them hittas they the ones that come and get you

Just in case one of you b***h niggas wanna act funny

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them ****ers upset

Run through the money run

Yo that b***h puff he back on shit now here we go

If I make forty million b***h my year was slow

Money makin' mitch yo he a cash flipper

Man just tell the forbes to use my last picture

I grab the baddest b*****s out the group

Let 'em ride drop the roof

Pop that b***h out the coupe

Blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot blue dot

I never sleep that's why I got way more than you got

Vegas trip it's a bet take this shit on a jet

Bad boy never fake or switch on the set

Haters kiss the baguettes in the ring

I'm the king king of talking shit

Maybe piss through a check

Got that cash bag when you see him

Money mitch hashtag three m's

B***h money makin' mitch

Run through the money run

I'm just tryna

Run through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them ****ers upset

Run through the money run

Runnin' through the paper like Scott Storch

Runnin' through the paper like I'm Allen I

I got that dirty money puff got the Forbes

That coupe 300 like Kevin Lyles

Black rose generals when I hit the court

My niggas ballin' like Fab Five final four

At the last supper tryna eat a fiest

My last two b*****s 100 mill a piece

Blow a bag your body dissapear waist down

I dab all them b*****s D. Brown

You know that paper longer than chain smokin'

I'm running through the paper like Usain Bolt

I'm running through the paper way before the deal

Way before puff gave me all the mills

I'm just tryna

Tun through the money run

I'm just tryna

Tun through the money run

I'm tryna blow a check

I'm tryna blow a check

Tryna pull up in a foreign

And make them ****ers upset

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run

Run through the money run