[Intro: Meek Mill] We been running through that paper all season Show you niggas how to do that money shit, ooh! Dat be Maaly Raw
[Chorus: Meek Mill] 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
[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 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
[Chorus: Meek Mill] 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
[Verse 2: YBS Skola] 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
[Chorus: Meek Mill] 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 upTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
