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lil' kim - blow a check lyrics

[intro: puff daddy]
we gon’ run, we gon’ run, we gon’ run, we gon’ run
ayo i had to stop talking that money sh-t
god said the meek and the humble shall inherit the earth
and it’s not that i’m not humble
ayo, it’s that this is my gift of life
getting this money, getting this money
get that money
get that money, go young n-gga, go

[hook: zoey dollaz]
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 n-ggas upset
run through the money, run

[verse 1: lil kim]
i be making love to the money yeah
only thing that i come for is money here
imma put the gun to the money, go dumb
like i’m reading, how i thumb through the money n-gga
you ain’t got enough funds for me
this designer p-ssy make a n-gga run through his money (woo!)
dressed in all coco, but my purse versace
diamonds on my fingers, touching keys like i’m liberace
cannons on me, but this ain’t a camera on me
i ain’t with the bullsh-t, all my n-ggas shooting like they gotti gotti
cruise the desert in bugattis out in abu dhabi
head shots all net, i be playing hockey
white house, white coupe, but ain’t a f-cking n-z-
i got the nagasaki, he gon’ sip on me like sake
12 o’clock, down the block, on a kawasaki
we with the sh-ts outside like a port-a-potty
we ride in the coupe the roof vacant on collins
i’m living proof that you do what you want when you popping
but you all in my comments, while i’m changing the climate
ain’t no change in this wallet, ain’t no flaws in these diamonds
i just ran through the money, kim dotcom
blow a check on ’em, flex on ’em, muscle arm

[verse 1: zoey dollaz]
i’m just tryna run through it
heard them n-ggas makin threats, tell ’em come do it
all my n-ggas with the sh-ts, even in the fist fight
bet them n-ggas still goin 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’f-ck love, young n-gga tryna cash out
i’m on a money mission, b-tch
you looking for attention tryna make a n-gga kick it
so i can blow your back out
i ain’t with the bullsh-t, i’m tryng to make some money
my n-ggas 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 p-ssy n-ggas wanna act funny

[verse 3: puff daddy]
yo, that n-gga puff he back on sh-t, now here we go
if i make forty million, b-tch, 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-tches out the group
let ’em ride, drop the roof
pop that p-ssy 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 strip, it’s a bet, take this sh-t 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 sh-t
maybe p-ss through a check
got that cash bag when you see him
money mitch, hashtag, three m’s
n-gga, money makin’ mitch

[hook: zoey dollaz]
[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 n-ggas upset
run through the money, run
run through the money, run
run through the money, run] (8633872)

[verse 4: french montana]
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 n-ggas ballin’ like fab five final four
at the last supper tryna eat a feast
my last two b-tches 100 mill a piece
blow a bag, your body disappear waist down
i dab all them b-tches; 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

[hook: zoey dollaz]
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 n-ggas upset
run through the money, run
run through the money, run
run through the money, run

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