Joey Fatts – Checc lyrics

[Intro: Joey Fatts]
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Run me my check, run me my check
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[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
M's, I own my plug
600 bands for all my thugs
Bitch hopped in, you know what’s up
You and your friend, y'all both can come
I need my bands, I need my cut
Don't need no hand, don’t want your love
Made fifty thousand off Dutch Masters
And I ain't ever smoked a dutch
Olly-olly-oxy, codone to the molly
Roxies we on poppy, niggas own the drug proxy
You can catch me running around the lobby like Pewee
No mask on, you see me
Your cast, we eating
Broke niggas give me the heebie jeebies
Please stop calling my phone
Leave me alone if it ain't 'bout a check
I'ma get it til it's gone, so cut throat I always connect
Don't do diss songs
You come for the gang, we come for your head
Do these hoes wrong
I'm running my game, she run me my check

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Run me my check, run me my check
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[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
Run my check, I love my set
My opps send shots, above my neck
I feel like Nip, I might get vest
I’m just like Nip, they took my crip
So R.I.P., I’m 2NC
I sold more pills than the GNC
I cut more gills than [?]
Sprite owe me mills, I pulled away
Cuz could've got killed but I’m cool today
Wanna trip, wanna shoot the fade
Want a trip, wanna move away
We can dip to where Kunta came from
I posted bail, my name rung, bitch
All them niggas, ain't one rich
Why they with you? Make it make some sense
My dead locs, they know some presidents
Presidential limo tint the rental
Distant since she acting sentimental
Beat your feet, I beat these instrumentals
You can't lie to me, I'm influential
Sanitized, I beat up influenza
Why you acting like a killer, huh?
Run me my check

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
Run me my check, run me my check
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I want my check, run me my check
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